SPRING RAIN
Your words run down my throat, dissolving my shame. The obscured, the denied, the unspeakable. The taste of the wine of the bitter truth. The corrosive words. I’m choking. Your weakness, my rescue.
Art series, photography, photo, art, Tina Langenbach, projection, varberg, halland, sweden, sverige
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Spring rain

That spring, a silent rain fell over the nations

The raindrops proclaimed their power

Made the leaders stand

With their backs against the ropes

 

The water turned the world upside down

Servants became heroes

Innocent children became angels of death

And people sought solace from the prophets

 

The raindrops possessed power over life and death

Everyone took shelter inside the houses

The streets echoed empty

And the parks blossomed only for the blackbirds

 

When the spring rain watered nature

The people mourned their losses

Each tear brought life to a windflower

And the forests were covered in white

                                      ~

 

Supplement: Isaiah 25: 8

Spring rain

That spring, a silent rain fell over the nations

The raindrops proclaimed their power

Made the leaders stand

With their backs against the ropes

 

The water turned the world upside down

Servants became heroes

Innocent children became angels of death

And people sought solace from the prophets

 

The raindrops possessed power over life and death

Everyone took shelter inside the houses

The streets echoed empty

And the parks blossomed only for the blackbirds

 

When the spring rain watered nature

The people mourned their losses

Each tear brought life to a windflower

And the forests were covered in white

~

 

Supplement: Isaiah 25: 8