Senseless pouring …
First,
a thin, white powder dusting falls on the terrain
Afterwards,
seemingly non-stop icy drops of rain shower
Then,
thick, puffy precipitation falls and sticks on everything it finds
“Stop
now!” I say, “Stop!”
As
if my command has any hold on its journey from the skies to Earth
I
pause … I watch … I wait …
Until
all manna from heaven pour a feeding as it pleases
To
the thirsty land and quenching world!
Loving offering!
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