Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The aftermath of watered ground...
...Sometimes mercy rides with stormy rainfalls; the biggest pools collect in the deepest holes... thunder roars, lightening strikes; a darkened violent night... trees are stripped of hollow limbs; deadened leaves drop in the wind... yet rivers rise and burst their banks; creviced land drinks from this cup... this wildly ordered turbulent mess; a fearsome foe, a gracious guest?...i don't know which.... but put my hope in what is found when storms have passed and all is calm; the aftermath of watered ground...
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sis, did u write this yourself? it's very beautiful
Yes darling, if they weren't my own words i would have said who wrote it. I was just thinking outloud though... you know?! xx
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