When rain returns the barren land Is filled with blooms we all can see, A resurrection mystery, A pouring that we understand As blessings from an open hand. A year ago we doubted. Look! There’s water flowing in the brook. Those ways we’ve turned from have somehow Been transformed into nothing now Like drivel from an unread book.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use the word “look” as the C rhyme in a poem with rhyme scheme ABBAACCDDC.