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MORE POTENT THAN THE RAIN
by Sylvia Maltzman Pewter sky with no promise of a rainbow pelts painfully the sidewalks cars and flesh below it the grass is made of tougher stuff drinks deeply uncomplaining coconuts swell too while leaves exhale the sweet breath that keeps my lungs pumping gun metal gray clouds disgorge blinding static shock explosions sending PTSD warriors under their beds but the fish are breathing easy in their gills the earth embraces conflict that's productive the earth craves this cycle of disruption sabbath of precipitation liberating ozone for the parched prairie to gulp can anything good come out of human chaos, clouding our mortal skies? is there any point in hoping love your enemies bless those who curse you overcome evil with good are words that pierce the starless night and crown the morning star? are these the syllables that set the sun of anger to cool in the dawning dew? I have to believe that living water is more potent than the rain Sylvia Maltzman has been writing poetry, short stories, articles and skits since she was 16. Trained as an educator, Sylvia has a fervent desire to bring the Scriptures to life for everyone. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |