Overflow
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| (Photography by Kubra Arslaner - found here) |
gape, crumble, rift.
There are no tears, no water. No life
lingers beneath this clay, no springs
underflow rivers below this drought.
Sky darkens, rumbles, shakes. God’s heart
spills over, pours water-life
upon this desert soul, fills this barren soil,
this empty cup.
Thirsty spirit drinks; gulping, downing
water-life. Death drowns
in drenching hope.
The clouds do not fade
when the soul is full;
He still pours, that this heart might
overflow.
~Kaitlyn Hogeterp
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