blog

homepoetryrecordingsbookcontact
billions
your eyes
my church
secrets
loved and was loved
morning
freedom

rain

  

i am too tired to hold up my hands 

to the lashing rain; the endless torrent
trudging ever forward to this promise of Utopia
where the sun shines Forever Glory.
my arms fall

lacerated from Too Much

 
i am poured upon
drenched in exhaustion
praying for the clouds to part in Redemption

 

Tamsin Rothschild © 2007