Here we are wasting away.
Stripped of everything.
Like them we cannot keep our nagging fears at bay.
All too often we are on a faltering downswing.

With all their incessant grumbling.
Moses lost patience with them.
But yet they still persevered with their wandering.
For somewhere was their hidden promised gem.

Like him we cannot carry this weight.
We cry out for a helping hand.
We wish we could wipe clean the slate.
But all we see is the desert’s sand.

But soon this wandering will end.
And we will surely be on the mend.

Haiku

A vast sea of sand
Endless pointless wandering
But surely it will end

[Note: See Numbers 11:4,15]