Monday, May 01, 2006

This Girl

This Girl

Rain threatens to sink;
It hits this girl’s lash and drops—
I blink and walk on.

Drops, then a puddle,
Now a river that rages—
Heart stops, arms swim on.

Spring’s river smacks sea,
Water pours over my head—
Strength flows from His red.

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