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To Be Filled

The warm rain sweeps across the city
Evaporating as quickly as it settles.
Our swollen rivers once thick
Were raging freely with an abundance of life-giving water
To quench the thirst of our nation.
I don’t suppose raindrops
Will fill the now dried rivers.
The empty beds of where the water once flowed
Is like a broken heart; empty, longing
To be filled,
To be nourished~
To breathe again.
Raindrops are like small prayers;
No matter how small a drop
Enough of them will
Fill you,
Nourish you~
Enough to breathe again,
To quench our thirst….


Carol was discovered by another writer, who is honored to share her works with you. In the fullness of time, Carol's musings, some of them written nearly twenty years ago, have emerged. She allows them to be shared with a still seeking and grateful heart.

7 thoughts on “To Be Filled

  1. Moonlight, my favourite colour used to be Green, now any colour but grey..

    Hi Jel, thanks for your visit too 🙂

    and Tim thanks also for the visit

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