brings well water to shed
in a blue bucket of feelings favoring rain.
Plants withstand rain,
so may you rise again-
wait on the Son, who shall lighten
weariness contending with a bowing head.
tired & heavy,
come to a pace, steady, in tune with My long ago victory.
Patience marks wisdom & knowledge-
behind every downturned smile
lies the stain of a Father pleading
Red River runs depths past a world’s reach.
You closed your eyes to pain offered in hatred’s diligence,
breathing out an effigy of whom we were created.