UNTAPPED POTENTIAL

By Lisa Huddleston

 

UNTAPPED POTENTIAL

 

Lying in the hammock

Praying for the rain

Thinking of the thirsty roots

Acknowledging the pain

 

The rolling thunder rumbles on

with promises–untrue?

But I see the cloud sky breaking

Now the blue is showing through

 

Another storm blows over

The hope of showers gone

I could almost smell the rain this time

I could taste it on my tongue

 

Another storm’s blown over

I can barely hear its sound

The rumble has grown distant now

O how long, Lord, how long?

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