Since I haven't posted lately and I really want to post here at least twice within seven days, I will recycle something I wrote last week.
Parched ground,
Withered tree,
Water near,
How can it be?
Roots grow deep;
Water seeps.
Never fear
God is here.
Leaves do show;
Fruit will grow.
Dig in deep.
You will reap
Fruit that feeds,
Brings forth seed,
Leaves to heal:
Spirit's seal.
2 comments:
I like it! :) You capture the essence of the psalm with this poem.
Reaping...hopeful thought. I like this poem, Becky.
Susan
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