Wednesday, August 24, 2011

“Prayer”

Compassionate Mari       
            the land dies under summer’s cruelty   
            crops wither, leaf and fruit suffer       
            grasses scorch and burn   
    springs expose their bedrock     
    rivers recede, ponds evaporate to mist     
            livestock and wildlife die   


Hear my prayer   


 Gentle Mari   
            cry softly upon the Earth    
            soak our land with mercy   
            wash away our dust of prideful disbelief    
            shower kindness upon the fields               
            nourish our hopes with your grace   


 Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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