Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poetic Bloomings prompt: Water

But look! A king will rule in the right way, and his leaders will carry out justice. Each one will stand as a shelter from high winds, provide safe cover in stormy weather. Each will be cool running water in parched land, a huge granite outcrop giving shade in the desert.
Isaiah 32:1, 2 (Msg)






Rain on Me

The desert place
A place of wandering
Alone

The desert place
A place of thirsting
Parched

The desert place
A place of dying
Barren

Rain on me
Green up my soul
Let it be a place of life
Growth, refreshing
Fellowship, laughter
Not a desert place

1 comment:

Elizabeth Johnson said...

Love the phrase "Green up my soul". Beautiful poem, Connie.