i haven't written one since the sixth grade, but here's a poem.

well, it must be the heat because in my delirium i've written a poem. i don't write poems, and i'll prove it by publishing it. it's not some literary device to write all in lower case, it's just that it's too hot to shift to caps, and the computer on my lap is no help. lol :)

it's hot...

it's so bloomin' hot...

and all i can think about is how hot it is....

i love the heat, but not this time...

it bears down on me and i feel so dry

i'd love relief but it's not in sight....

for my weary frame, achy heart, tired eyes

a window breeze a single drop

of rain from the sky...

would break this drought and give me shade

sometimes i wonder why it is that

i am afraid

that i have to wait in hope to see your grace

and your mighty works

upon this place

lord restore my soul restore my faith

give me water that i wouldn't thirst and

give me shelter from the worst

o lord refresh me, protect me,

act in your own time

that i might know it was divine

and o my lord i'll praise you so

because because you love

like no one i know

to spare one like me from heat and from drought,

from sin and pain and

faithlessness and doubt

and though i wait, so hot and dry

one day i know

you will provide.

⁵Great is our Lord and abundant in strength;
His understanding is infinite.
⁶The LORD supports the afflicted;
He brings down the wicked to the ground.
⁷Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving;
Sing praises to our God on the lyre,
⁸Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who provides rain for the earth,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
⁹He gives to the beast its food,
And to the young ravens which cry.
¹⁰He does not delight in the strength of the horse;
He does not take pleasure in the legs of a man.
¹¹The LORD favors those who fear Him,
Those who wait for His lovingkindness. Psalm 147:5-11