Arrival I

And we are come
To the desert plains
Where we never 
See the sun,
Feel the rains, for
All is parched and dry -
Here all thought all feelings
Die.

Here we wait, reeling
For the want 
Of all we never had,
Never knew -
The ground is bad
And there is nothing to construe
From the lack 
Of good strong earth -

Here simply is 
Raw width of soul
And dearth of growing skill
No law on earth
Can pull from such desert
Land.  

Here are we stranded, 
Here must we stay - severed
Are our ties with the past.  Our hands
Must be our help.  Our pain
Must be transcended.

We hope for sun,
We hope for rain,
We hope our God is listening.

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