Torture Chamber

Resigned & broken,
accepting my due;
it took me forty years,
walking naked in a desert land,
to break my heart.

And now I turn my eyes,
not to my own deluge;
for the rains of Heaven,
are flooding the plains.

But rather to the chief,
and to the planters;

My soul aches to bring them into glory.

It was the turning
of the wheel,
which enlightened me;
and under duress,
my weakness
was manifest.

Yet I thirst for the days,
when all devices;
break my body,
to test my soul.