I rain my prayers
on this dry
ground
I trample the dust
with my feet—feet
prepared with peace,
fierce peace
that refuses
to be broken
by the rocks
of drought
I drench
these fallow fields
with desperation
I plough
their difficult depths
with determined trust
I guard the faith
planted
long ago
I hold the light
of changeless
ageless truth
to the soil
And no matter
how long it takes
for the promise
to be fulfilled
I wait actively
joyfully
hopefully
steadfast and sure
until
the parched ground
bursts
with unthinkable
life
Thanks for this, Joanne. You do make the words sing (This, coming from a singer :).
goosebumps. no words… just goosebumps.
thanks for sharing.
Good Lord this is AMAZING!!! Sent it to a friend who desperately needed to read this.
deeply touches me on an intellectual level in a knowing i am steeped in…thanks