Peace with Honor
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*by R.K. West*
Granddad lives with us because Mom worries about what would happen if he
had another stroke. She put a TV in his room so he could yell at t...
3 days ago
O, rain,
Come, pour down on me;
Cold, blissful touch of water,
Wash, take all the wilting away.
Pour, flush this arid thirst;
Cry, wrap us with your mist.
Come, let our tears to blend
Like yours, wish our tears could mend.
O, rain,
Flow, don't let us just stay here;
Rise, wake our lives from fear.
Stay, cool the hot day's air;
Sway, let us breathe again.
The Rain Photograph is by Tall Man. The link to his site is http://www.flickr.com/photos/tall-guy/2080188699/
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