Peering out into the land, 
I see nothing 
but vast, empty spaces 
withering greens 
emaciated beasts 
dust-covered souls – 
there, where I have searched 
so long and fruitlessly 
for reverence
redemption 
and life – 
I have been met only 
with strife.
How many times 
must I return 
to those barren places, 
even now knowing 
their devastation, 
before I can set my eyes 
forever 
on the lushness of 
Your mysterious mountains?