In The Wilderness

My spirit is dry

feelings are gone

except desperation

and some hopelessness.

A most worthless rock

dust to moredust

spirit to nothingness

soul to absurdness.

Desert so arid

soul so empty

void fills my whole spirit

soul is affectless.

No point to empty

soul existing;

it may as well vanish

to be is baseless.

"Keep walking," they say,

"the desert ends."

It won't last forever, 

it is not breadthless.

The wilderness is

a crucial place.

We need to go, to crawl

though it comfortless.

The soul needs struggle

to ever grow

into what it should be:

in connectedness.

****Inspired by a conversation I overheard with a rabbi.