Painted Glory

From barren rock and soil

doth the desert flower spring,

Bringing forth an uncommon beauty

 Seldom if ever seen.

Of hill and cliff, of mountain on high

Comes glory to earth from

 this land so desolate and dry.

Bearing witness now to forgotten seed

Placated by nature

and its wanton need.

Then of night cometh the genteel rains

traipsing forth across the barren plains

moisture thick from dark clouds loom

specks of sun…giving flowers bloom.

For in patience were these seeds blown

For in hope of another day sown.

Cast upon stone and waylaid unto time.

Waiting for their calling

From the spring rains wrought forth

By glory divine.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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