Saturday, 2 July 2016

Lord of All Hope.

no cares could destroy

There WILL be a storm.

The air is thick and sticky; it clings around me like an unwanted lover.

There is no sound in the trees.

No voices in the sky.

Yet.

Soon they will clamour for our attention, maybe fill us with fear.

Then they will shout and rage.

But the first drop is yet to fall.

The earth is waiting.


Waiting to sing praises.

ab/93

2 comments:

Giuseppe Grossi said...

Lovely wording. Actually, ee in SE England have experience this tropical air.

popps said...

ah, the S.E of England! Distant tropical land....hope it remains!!

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