Endless Thirst
Endless Thirst
The world is shaking,
but I am not.
The world is afraid,
but fear,
feeds itself...
The sky is blue,
and the clouds are white,
but they are growing darker
all the time.
The monsoons...
care coming.
Spring has ended here.
I am still toiling the soil...
Trying to get two crops in,
instead of one.
The first already,
half of what it should be,
and not enough to feed us.
Famine is coming.
Starvation her little sister,
is coming with her.
They are not welcome
visitors anywhere.
They are the children of evil.
Plants seeds,
even in the hot summer heat.
Pray for rain,
that will bring the world... new hope.
We need to repent and give back,
instead of take... from the land.
We need to repent, to the Lord.
It will take storms... and flash floods,
to ease the burden of thirst.
But the saddle, the weight of the problem,
the encumbrance will return.
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