Pray Rain Poem

Pray Rain Poem 

we are scorched…broken open
the seed pods of our souls cracking…thirsting
shifting in the clay of time
seeking a fertile furrow
…gonna lay my worries down…
like a jack pine…bent and knarled against the wind
sustained by grace..and the kite song of the mountain view
patiently we wait…limbs raised to receive
…the cycle of fire is coming to set us free…
descending the mountain…
we stand in the desert of our beauty and pain
…and we pray rain…

Pam Gerrand copyright January 2006