Friday, October 25, 2013

This final rain


















40 days it rained
And still
The wicked roam the lands
The desert lands
Of our souls
Relentless
Denied hope
Denied dreams
40 days
More rain
Flooding
Destroying
Still the evil reigned
For the wicked seed
Took deep root
In our hearts
Without hope
For jubilee
Or redemption
40 days more rain
Upon our knees
Pleading 
Without sweet nectar
Of the lips of forgiveness
Kissing our lips
Our drowning throats
Beg for mercy
Because the rain falls
In the desert of our hearts
And it has never rained so hard
And now the floods come
Pouring down
Finally washing our soul
Given meaning
Quenching
The dying need
To be made whole
Redeeming
Life
Unclean