Saturday, March 22, 2014

war drums

i wait
oh Lord
i wait

with this throbbing between my legs
like the beat of the war drums
pressure of blood
pushing too hard against
veins too fragile

hands on the table oh Lord
i wait
hands upturned in prayer
hands upturned to catch the rain
not yet falling

in the beginning oh Lord
You created the rain
falling through nothing
like a girl from the beams of a bridge
one drop oh Lord
one drop
the girl hits the water
and her soul never stop falling Lord
never till Your arms
but that one drop oh Lord
never hit the water

from Your rain came all things
the second days and all days after
and You Lord knew their number

now in the desert
i hold my hands upturned
i know not the number of Your days
oh Lord
only that they are running out
and soon the rain comes
like on the first day

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