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.
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Spring rain

That spring a silent rain fell over

the nations. The raindrops proclaimed

their power and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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