Day upon day the rain gray not easing
Roads submerged sheep, pigs and cattle were drowned
The river claimed where wheat once ruled the ground
We watched the water our hearts were freezing
Ascend the cellar stairs air decreasing
Wind on the walls, rage on the roof that sound
Said you’re going down dark never be found
I blessed myself knelt and prayed unceasing
The rain let up I thought because of me
I was a child so for a while was sold
But slowly surely faith slips away
If there is a God he is pretty cold
But when I cannot go another day
I pray out loud dear Lord let me be free
Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.