Written in the Drought

My thoughts are bleeding
Piercing my skull with only the dullest blade
Torn images
Broken hopes
My last breath a whisper

Why must the world
Strive against itself?
I sense its walls crumbling
As I struggle to stand firm
Midst the rubble

Where’s Your Hand?
I’ve found it.
I feel it wrapping around
Lifting my soul above
I see it now
The earth’s not failing
It’s shedding the old skin
You’re coming soon
So the dead must be removed
I’m waiting
I’m ready

You’re my Higher Mountain
I’m dwelling in this
Internal Limberlost
None can see
I feel the breeze
Taste the river water
Hear the birdsong
Inhale the flowers’ fragrance
The raindrops form crystals
Upon my skin
Until the day You return
I will be here
Clinging to the Promise
Resting in garden You formed.

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