This is the question, dark and deep
that each person asks, (if we are honest)
from time to time.
Out here in the wilderness
we thirst and we wonder
if we should ever have left Egypt.
The mighty Nile never failed to deliver
its life-renewing waters;
but this Moses and his strange
disappearing God,
of them we are not so sure.
Out here in the wilderness,
away from secure streams
the questions intrude:
what will we drink tomorrow,
how shall we sustain ourselves,
our children and our animals?
Out here in the wilderness
with cracking soil, anxious crops
and lean livestock
we scan the skies and ask
whether the God who fashions clouds,
paints sunsets,
gathers snow in the heavenly storehouses
and brings to stillness the raging winds,
is still among us,
or not?
© Ken Rookes
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