My banner was with no oil <br />the ointment alter had rusted <br />of the dripping tears. <br />In sack clothes, I lamented <br />face down before the death valley <br />in the open dry dusty desert. <br />The sun darkened <br />the moon had covered its face in blood <br />the stars no more shown. <br />Songs of laments <br />took the throne of my praises. <br /> <br />Oh! Alas! <br />A faint wind begun to blow <br />rustling over the carcasses of dry grasses. <br />Along the monuments of a river bank, <br />the east tarned, the clouds whitened, <br />the blue sky brightened <br />a wet breeze <br />tend to rejuvenate the river valley. <br />A dry fig tree looked me in the eye <br />and questioned me <br />''can you add your life a second? '' <br /> <br />The sun rose high to hear <br />the moon and stars graciously awoke <br />the birds of air, serpents of the bushes <br />crickets of the thickets, greens of the dusts. <br />''Do we not eat yet we toil not? <br />Is it not your God who provides? '' <br /> <br />My heart fumed of fury <br />as all awaited to hear me say, <br />'' The lord is my shepherd, <br />I shall not want.''<br /><br />fate mcfate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-despair/
