The Sojourn

And so…I sojourn to the land of Moab. Torn between your precious will, and the temptation of running back to the hill.  //Where are they o son of man, those who professed, ever so kind, their abnegated love and friendship? Look around you for they are gone, for doth saith the Lord, cursed is the man who trusteth on man. Let the dead bury their dead and follow me. Trust in the Lord with all thy hear, with all thy mind, with all thy strength, and with all thy soul…continue thy sojourn.//