Then came soft showers to cleanse the dead terrain —
Marasmic brown bereft of summer’s green;
Rigored ice white corses yet remain
As jumbled carnage strewn about the scene.
That Dossal curtain like a hope blessed shroud
Fair set to soon unveil a risen land,
To baptize every fallen miscreant dowd
That they repent and in salvation stand.
There to behold a living world reborn,
Sweet life praised forth from every hidden lair
Restored by sainted droplets dappled down
Upon that sullen earth, tear stained in prayer.
There from dark loam behold a lily white;
A promise pure of love’s unending light.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
