FW: Poetry

"Hope falls down from heaven"


Scarred earth,
Harrowed by the beating rays,
Gapping earth, chap lips reaching upwards,
Mocked by spiteful skies all the day long.


Yet on drop falls from the heaven,
With gray clouds threatening storm.
A single bullet falling from above,
Falls on earth below.

Sklorsh! beams the drop, fallen onto stone.
Seeping bunches of broken rain, seep in and are sown.
Thunder crackles, heads arise towards the boom.
Unaware of what was planted which is soon to bloom.

Pristine water, finds the pores,
Rough soils is no wall.
Into holes, into cracks,
Rushes the rains fall.

Now into earth, and in the heart,
Beating red and bright,
Surrounding the pulsing giant,
Giver, master of light.

In its core rushes the cool,
Blue upon the red.
Searing steam, and wailing scorn,
But the drop moves on ahead.

Finding home in once red glow,
Now burning bright and blue,
Pulsing life, echoes the water,
Spewing it out anew.

Up through the rock,
Up through the pores,
Up to the roots once dead.
Flowing from the inside core,
Changing all that died before.

Sweet blossoms grow,
Sweet cherries bloom,
Life is come again.

From one sweat drop of heaven,
One breathe of life divine,
The earth once old and barren,
Now bears the Master’s sign.