For the Write Eight Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest of Constance La France
Ask, and it shall be given you . . . " from a portion of Matthew 7:7 King James Version The valley was scorching. Air simmered despair as its people prayed for rain. Eyes cast skyward, they cried, “God, bring us relief. This drought will be our bane.” One evening a deluge came over the land, washing their fears away. They woke to sweet petrichor. Glorious light flooded the break of day.
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