My God, My God

My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me, we all have such moments, all seems hopeless.  There is nothing, still we go on, we find a way.  If we have done works of the soul, if we have moments before the cross where we where true to our core, those muster seeds will carry our depths, our soul, our life to a new  life here or to new lands, to new hope, to more noble   fulfilling  desires  to  better more refined worlds to come.