The rain
sign of blessings
At the far end, deep in the cosmos.
To the other side, off the blessed source.
Are dangling the clouds in a rush, to shower the last crops of the peasant,
the last starvation of the poor nations, the thirst of the last temptation.
Overflowing the Nile river, to the far end of the last pyramid civilization.
It comes out as a last hope, a last hope of a devoted philanthrope.
Today we sing for the merci of the dense forest.
The courtesy of the great harvest,
toward the accomplishment of the chosen prophets.
Welcome to paradise, the kingdom of good profits.
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Comments (2)
Deep thoughts my friend. The rain blesses us all.
Very interesting and well-written.