WE HAVE LOST

The prayer is 

Heartfelt
Head bowed

Despondent
Depressed
Despairing

We know
That we have
Lost

Everything
And are come to
Nothing

And we plough
The same spot
Of soil

Over and over
Til it is wasted
And we

Are worn down
Quagmired

A state of
Unbelonging

We might as well
Unyoke the oxen
Burn the plough

And take the desert
Road

Into another
Promised Land

Making our home
There

On fallowed earth
Remembering

That we are
Pilgrims of no
Lasting abode

In this world