The Long Mile

My Feet bleed In bound leather as cracked as my feet .
I Cry in Pain
As The winds cry carry your cross
The Dust sucks the moisture of my cracked lips
How Far did I abandon you ?
How Far did I leave?
Did I not think the Pods from pigs were bad enough?
No I went lower
The Vultures hover over me there my only shade of relief
They Try to blanket me like a tree
The Long mile has turned to 2 3 4 .
In God I keep in hope
Yet I do not walk the strait and narrow
I do not know how to succeed permanently
For every step I take there is an another one
For every mile I walk there is another one
I road is long and waters scarce
As My faith Dwindles
The Lord preaches with the Cacti and prickly pears near rivers and streams
Redemption to bleeder, Redemption  to the believer
Redemption to the hopeless
Redemption to the honest
Redemption to those who cry out to me
I hear the sermons of the Long mile