Praying
for Rain
I was once a well;
deep and strong,
able to give of myself
with no fear of finding the bottom.
Then came drought
and the replenishing rain
from God
or Nature
came less frequently
and I began to fear.
How deep? How long can I
give
before finding the sandy bottom?
And now,
though I frequently see the
dark curtain of rain clouds,
laden with hope, and healing
draw across the blistering, desiccating sun
they pass on by
and while I hear their joyful thunder
in the distance
I am untouched by the
soothing flood.
The springs
from beneath me
and the occasional sun shower
are not enough
and I fear.
For what is a well without water,
except a hole in the ground?
Deep and
empty.
KWF