Saturday, 21 December 2013

Summer rains

Bless-ed rain falls
on this sun baked earth,


soaks
the pores of my skin,

seeks
the desert places 
of my soul,
fills
the well-spring of my heart,

quenches
my desperate thirst.


Droplet upon droplet
form wild rivulets
down my dusty cheeks
cleansing
the detritus of yesteryears.


I hold my arms aloft,
press my face
against God's chest


And smile through His tears.


Amanda Edwards (c) 2013