Behold the Light

faith


ultimate and vast
the water running running
running inside the wind
compelled by a wisp of fragrance
from a single rose

from her center in brown dry fields
that lie thirsty beside her flowering
and far away to the crest of distant horizons
she is demanding haste

certain she is that salvation will come
fields will rise up in song again
and children and children
and more children will dance
and a single rose
will no longer weep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           pab  © 30 november 2014

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