Saturday, February 17, 2018

LET IT RAIN

For so long, has my soul been dry
I forgot how to desire rain
Every single moment, devoted
To surviving the newly arriving pain

...of ALONE

It doesn't matter, what moves upon my soil
I am resilient and I will toil

...with sorrow

I'm not pitiful, just not brave enough to despair
Or give up that last speak of dust
Some stupid thing inside me, drags me
To once again, cast my cares, and trust

...that LOVE never
   
         freaking F
                         Ail
                              sssssssssss

Snakes slither upon my ground
I'm registering their sound

.....but I remain................still

What...plink...plink....plink
"Little one....it is time to drink"

The rain falls, as my desert turns to mud
I see no evidence of growing relations
Just my steady heart...beating
As His LOVE knits together, nations

....inside this womb of HOPE

Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-17-2018

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