Pray For Rain
Pray For Rain
Oh, it is hopeless is it not?
That the reign of tyranny upon the human heart must succeed in limitations, exposition and
remorse.
Is it not redemption’s shear defeat we seek?
A narrow margin by which only a few may pass.
The measure of all you speak by day, by week, pulls you under;
Your soul do leak forward.
But, ahhh, my well placed brethren, this page shall take a turn.
There, within, is much to learn; lean on a sky’s thimble-full’s advice to pour forth;
Hope is, simply put: a tragic tripping device – because hope alone seeks to suffice; a
means to which no end takes place – just furtive beginnings.
Just once I’d love to see you let it go -- that faith balloon embroidered hope in gold.
And make a stand to shake your plans and see them cast asunder, shhh, hear the distant
thunder?
Pray for Rain my friend, cast your eyes upon the Son,
Pray for rain- all your days undone; the surface cries for you—
Arid amid anticipation alone—
Pray for rain,
I beg you.
Let it soak you to the bone.
Copyright © Joe Dinki | Year Posted 2008
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