It has been a busy week, filled with torrents of rain. It reminded me of the floods we had on the other side of my country earlier this year, whilst we sat in parched lands... It was an irony that tore at my heart.
Waters
Dilemmas of water rise out of the darkness
Divergent images creep,
Our country divided asunder by water
I stare at those torrents and weep.
Longing for rain in drought dried pastures
That wilt as beasts grow lean.
Without winter rains that flow from the heavens
There's hardly a harvest to glean.
Easterly breezes that suck out the moisture
Alighting on parched coastal plains
And crazed in the heat, the underbrush tinders
Devoured by wind tortured flames
Yet through the red centre and over the mountains
Land that was dried countless years
Now shudders under wide torrents of thunder
Of deluges too great to bear.
With flood waters rising and perils abounding
Our countrymen wade in the fray
Gathering children and scanty belongings
Unsure how they'll face the next day.
As rains keep on falling, and floods keep on rising,
And folk risk their lives for their mates
I pray that our Lord hears the cries of our brethren
Deliverance from Him we await.
So I'll ask for His mercy to fall like the rain
Flood the land with His grace from above
As we reach out our hands to help those who are suff’ring
Hoping each will be drawn to His love.
For no matter what falls on our water torn nation
What's left at first light of the sun
I know that together we'll shoulder these burdens,
Unite hearts and fight this as one.
