If I can stand in the water pouring across my sky,
I feel the beauty of nature, yet this is peace,
I am soft with my notions today,
without pain, the quiet release is cleansing.
Yet, as these words do in a manner please me,
I am saddened by the reality of the south,
there is a certain mystery in how much is little,
how little is the reminder of our vulnerability.
I do pray for the suffering souls whose eyes glance
upward with confusion, praying for the rains
to allow their lives to continue forward beyond the
deluge of God’s mystery in this reckoning.
I will while slumber in the peaceful nature of my world
imagine an energy to save the hurting reminders of time.