A very revised poem.
Meh...
Still fussing with it.
Salt droplets have fallen,
shed upon the flowers' beds,
the sorrow of souls crying out,
Many have died, many have bled.
Yet, flowers lay dormant,
among too many weeds.
Perennials planted and
waiting on Spring.
Salt droplets still flow
And waters the beds-
The souls that cry out,
rejected God and fled.
The lillies are waiting
to be watered and live again,
Not to be drowned out
By the cries of man's sins.
12/20/2008
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-03-28 at 05:42
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Meh...
Still fussing with it.
The Lillies are Waiting
Salt droplets have fallen,
shed upon the flowers' beds,
the sorrow of souls crying out,
Many have died, many have bled.
Yet, flowers lay dormant,
among too many weeds.
Perennials planted and
waiting on Spring.
Salt droplets still flow
And waters the beds-
The souls that cry out,
rejected God and fled.
The lillies are waiting
to be watered and live again,
Not to be drowned out
By the cries of man's sins.
12/20/2008
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-03-28 at 05:42
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