The Scent of Water
Veneration is done for anointing.
The earth requires an anointment.
The breeze takes the heat from our faces.
We walk as a caravan that must migrate.
Our faith is with God and our belief is concentrated on a better day.
For there is, hope to embrace and a grandeur spirit to take place.
For the Lord is our shepherd, as natural disaster takes, a mind is phased.
Contemplated is the prophecy of our tragedy.
The scent of water is in the air.
The ground is in a drought.
We are strengthened by God in our will to live.
The rain will fall.
This storm of life will be over and done.
Thus, a new day has come.
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PENNED ON JULY 07, 2014!
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