Tuesday, 1 January 2013


The earth is hard.
Soil is cracked, blistered and bleached.
Trees bend, withered and weary.
Ground gasps, dusty and dry.
God hears and rains come,
wetting and washing the world.
Flushing and flooding the clay,
spilling and splashing...
Life returns.

We are the cracked earth,
The thirsty, dirty spirit of man.
If we gasp, we will be heard.
Forgiveness falls like rain on our hands.
God hears and the rain comes
Wetting and washing the world,
Flushing and flooding the clay,
Spilling and splashing...
Life returns

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