Drought

The drought

makes us parched

thirsting 

for just a drop of mercy
a trickle of goodwill
a sprinkle of kindness

because a downpour of empathy 
is unlikely in this desert

Yet... there is hope

in the bud at our feet
- the promise
of a sip... 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

boy! you have added a lot of "stuff" since you've been back! I am going to have to keep better track! ;)
sound wisdom .. a mustard seed of Faith is all it takes to move a mountain so the Lord Jesus has said .. and hope springs eternal .. how dry and parched the land is when the light that is guiding is darkness .. these days, and centuries before .. things can turn people's hearts into selfish stone so easily .. with hope we hang on to that tiniest of strength .. like one thread of the spider can hold fast.. we also do; who choose to .. and the rains will and do come. your poem inspires me this morning in gratitude .. for the little things .. peace and joy sister!
E.

[Rita L. Sev]

I search for that tiny bud daily... and when we search, we usually find... Glad you found some positive here, E. 🙂

[Einstein Noodle]

yes we do ... it may seem out of grasp but is so not! ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I want there to be promise, Rita.
Because this current drought has us full of disease (pandemic), hate (the senseless shootings) and
such anger...(the violence that breaks out during the demonstrations.
there is such a drought of peace and love.
j.

[Rita L. Sev]

I for one am tired of it all, Jacob... but I see the hope, and cling to it. Thanks for reading.