New Life 4/16/03
1 Kings 18:41-45
The dust baked solid
has endured
so many years
Adam’s substance
resembles a leper’s shell
cracked parched
– an open invitation
for anything
to come fill
the spaces
A release toward the heavenlies
the powdered cry
“Send the rain!
Send your living water!”
The heat-striped air exhales
– - no life here – -
nothing
but death
and anguish
Earth rumbles aching
beyond restraint
O for the sound
from over the hills!
The sound
of the abundance
of rain!
A cloud of dust skims
the broken surface
of earth
and pursues
the unseen
steeded general
rallying his troops
for war
No soldiers here
even the cacti
have thrown up
their arms
relinquished their claims
retreated
into the ground
– - no life here
O for a cloud
Even the size of
Adam’s hand welcome
in every empty riverbed!
A rumble strange
not rooted within –
far beyond
Is this the sound so long
forgotten
the sound
of the abundance
of rain?
Uncontrolled thirst
rises from the depths
falls from the heights
- – no life here not even
breath itself
can breathe
The crack!
of thunder
divides the air
Prickly Calm
Darkening sky reflects
the partitioned ground
a negative split
apart by veins of white
Thunderous beatings
of the revived heart
(No life here?)
Dry boughs clap rejoice
in the thickened air –
(Can’t be life here)
A chorus
of singing millions
Many, as one O yes
it is coming!
The rush of water
The abundance of rain
-Matthew Harri
