The Weed


no dream this reality

where shadows prevail

and night ceases not

no tiny impotent seed

chokes the earth

sucks the ground dry

all consuming weed

no wellspring this flood

foul are the rivers

no fresh streams lap

no home for the weary

soil fills a small pocket

the harvest only chaff

no dream this reality

shadows cast all doubt

no goodness prevails

goodness tilled under

no dream this reality

firmament turns a page

lightening takes vengeance

hope split by thunder’s rage

no dream this reality

where God is not

black hell devours

Christ’s mercy wins out

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