Water my soul, Lord!I know there was a raina while backbut in the interimthe sun has walloped mewith vicious raysI’m shriveledthirsty and dryI know that when you comeyou will bring a gobletfull of your choice drinkliquid that refreshesall my rootsand in the morningI’ll wake up to the miracleof golden blossomsthen fresh green shoots Waiting forContinue reading “Dry Season Hope”
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