Shifting Sands Poem by Hm. Nes

When God abandons us
to the shifting sands
below
our blistered feet,
sands that threaten
to swallow us
whole

at first
we cry out
to God

God!
are you there?
will you help us?
when? how long?

it is not possible
for us
to hold on
any longer

but hold on
we must
and trust God
what else is there to do?

the sands are hungry
and must be
satisfied:
the sands will feast
on our ravaged bodies

alone
with only God
and the shifting sands,
sands of time,
offered
in a mirky glass
for us to drink

and we are
so
very
thirsty

parched,
on the brink of death
with only sand,
shifting sands,
to satisfy our thirst;
and so,
we drink

what else is there to do?
but drink
and sink
down
into
the sand.