The cool air finds its way through the microscopic crevices The bulb flickers – a sign of a lightning strike Thunder roars to reveal its power The rain drops make their way to the ground Never relenting even when there isn’t enough space anymore The little pools form happily Within minutes, swallowed by the thirsty … More 021: RETURN OF HOPE
You are My Elohim
and You Live and will Live Forever. Our Father, Hallowed Be Thy Name. … More 020: HALLOWED BE THY NAME.
When the wind blows It leaves some kind of residue Microscopic dust and pollen particles, A rustic smell, Lead-heavy fumes And sometimes, a taste of death When the wind blows I remember running around with sheep It reminds me swinging on aerial roots Reminds me of the hour long roundas and kati Reminds me of … More 018: WHEN THE WIND BLOWS…