When my heart is dry,
He reigns me,
with rivers of life, caressed.
My soul is parched,
he sends his clouds,
with heaven's vapor, blessed.
Pouring his help
by raindrops,
replenishing my hope.
When God sends forth his
tender love,
'tis a water-woven rope.
Oh God, you are
the shower,
of hopes, life, and dreams.
Satisfying all desire,
with created
falling streams.
Author notes
Prompt: Oh God, You are the shower of hopes and life... 18 lines.
A contest entry
- the shower... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended February 8, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you Think???
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WoW
This is intense i realy like this write its got power
You got skills
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Yes..HE is the satisfying figure in all respects and the in all the ways ..very well created thought you have shared..well done...
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Thank you, Prabhu,
This poem is true for me, I thank him that he has always been with me, even when I wasn't with him.
He waited and knew my love .
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Great take on the prompt sweetie. A wonderful write as alway.
Good luck in the contest.
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I love the way you used the shower and water entertwinging the two. Beautifully done, with deep sentiment.
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why...Thank ya very much, Rov.
Thanks for commenting.
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