A Play For The Elements
by Louanne Robinson
Storm clouds are gathered,
Darkness incringed,
But the rain sings a message:
The wheat will be gathered
The chaff burnt away
The storm will not last
there comes a new day.
And the wind sings in unison:
Endure little children
The trials will soon pay
The clouds t'will be parted
There comes a new day.
The sun broke through laughing:
Enter into the rest
The dog is at bay
He's chased o'er the brink
There comes a new day
The son smiled and beckoned
"Come unto me"
copyright 1977

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