Dry and burning
forest and brush
water less
lands parched
even the emerald green
northwest
has a thirsty
dull look this fall.
It started raining
just when it was
supposed to
we are the lucky ones
on the west side
of the mountains
Our world keeps
reeling from
natural disaster
to man made
catastrophes
birth pains
or apocalypse
Water
we are thirsty for
Living water
we can’t live
without this
watering
© 2014 Julie Clark
The poet
catches words
as they float by
and fits them
together
as in a
puzzle
to piece
meaning
into her life
© 2014 Julie Clark
Something new was birthed in me
or maybe a small flicker of flame
caught the wind
I did not plan it or expect it
it just began to grow
from a seed planted
who knows when or where
It is like that sometimes
I mean to go this way
but end up going that way
or something small
becomes something of great importance
I guess that is what it means
to be lead by the breathe
of a Holy Wind
instead of rigid and set
No room to grow and reshape
if the clay becomes hard and dry
No worries if that happens
God has his ways to
soften us up again.
© 2014 Julie Clark
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