Celestine Ikwuamaesi Poet Free verse

Softened Rock

...You make the soil soft
with showers, blessing
sprouting vegetation. (Ps 65:10)


What can cool my tongue
in drought but dew,
     my flesh but rain?
     
I've longed for a fruitful heart,
a rock softened by misty spray
	from the fountain.

In my dryness,
I looked up to the rock,
	to the source of living stream

to wean me from leanness,
from famished thoughts,
	blanched of noble ideas.

Blanched because the heart is dry
for lack of rain; far from
	the Heaven's haven.

It pains to roam the wild!
It hurts to swirl in empty space,
	consigned to caprice of storm.

Grace tethers me to Christ;
He holds the leash, restrains
	me from the brink of death.

So I have hope—the hope of glory
when the trump shall blast,
	when my worth winks in His glee.

Then I'll recall the drought
that drove me to his arms,
	at the croon of grace.


© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi

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