Clouds without water in a thirsty land
The promise of life for barren sand
Intense longing from a thirsty sky
Expectation has left us dry

Our fruitful valley the world does feed
But now it's US who are found in need
Of life-giving water from high up above
Show us a sign...show us the love

The hope and longing are the hardest part
A promise in the clouds where the rain would start
The dark sky is threatening, the thunder it rolls
But the ground is dying...thirst all that it knows

The seeds they look up, and the branches do too
At clouds without water...who pass right on through
Begging for moisture, life-giving to bring
Drought in its soil...hope in its cling

David Kettler

Notes: This thought came to me after reading the line "clouds without water" in the book of Jude.

Like a dead little bird, alone on the ground
No open window, no entrance was found
The light in his eye slowly burns out
No riding the wind-no flying about

The rude awakening of glass that was there
Transparent the wall itself to lay bare
So inviting the room seemed so inside
So fatal the secret the room had to hide

The bird now is helpless to flee from its plight
Enemies circle and wait for the night
Once free and alone on the wing of its flight
The sad little bird is a sad little sight

Beware little one as you flutter about
Of things transparent...that leave little doubt
Much better the wing on the wind to be found
Than a dead little bird...alone on the ground

David Kettler

Notes: One morning we were startled by a loud bang on our window. After looking outside,
we saw a beautiful Red breasted Robin lying on the patio while taking its last few breaths. We
were very sad and almost bemoaned our crystal clean windows that faked the poor thing out!