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InspiredSolomon F. Gingerich

Summer Rain

A flash of lightning hurts my eyes, A peal of thunder strikes my ears, As night the earth begins to shroud— They fill my heart with restless fears. An inky darkness settles down, Cut sharply by a lightning flash; Then blackness covers all again, Until there comes another crash! Large raindrops now begin to fall, Then fast they fall and still more fast; They overflow the parched earth, Until they seem a deluge vast. I hold my breath, but think of how All things that grow will have new life, The corn a golden harvest yield, The fields with fruit and flowers rife.
InspiredSolomon F. Gingerich

A Tree Crisis

One summer day I saw a scraggy tree That stood alone in a drouth-stricken land. Its boughs though starkly gaunt still valiantly Defied the desert wind and flying sand. Now why did Nature's laws demand it strive Forlornly to outlive death-dealing drouth, Its roots strike deep for moisture in the earth, Its sparse leaves gasp for air hot from the south? Today that tree stands in a rain-drenched land, Symmetrical and fair beyond belief. It dominates the landscape far and wide, Its leaves proclaim from drouth a sweet relief. That tree now stands a symbol of the strength That rescued life from out the jaws of death, A glory to the dwellers in that land, A power and grace that fairly hold your breath.

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