Bower

Let my words fall like rain on tender grass, like gentle showers on young plants. I will proclaim the name of the Lord; how glorious is our God! —Deuteronomy 32:2-3

A calming bower

rains down petal

drops, weaving

a soft carpet,

this tree weeping 

as our earth aches

for replenishing showers,

its roots searching

the parched soil;

I pray for a quenching

waves of mercy,

to never forget

the blessings

of sweet rain,

or deny the One

who breaks the sky

wide open.

—C.L. Fisher, July 2022

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