Can you sleep as the sound hits your ears
One at a time from this broken hill?
I mumble my fears down into the valley
As prayer-laden clouds echo my voice,
Sending a sorry shower of words
And a flash of anger.

Clouds part.
Your answer bathes my sky
In clear shades of blue
As my heart rumbles in the distance.

Can you sleep as rain kisses your eyes
One at a time from this broken hill?
A humble God’s dreams run over the gutters
Of nectar-sodden robes sullied by hope,
Ending in rivers running with faith
And flashes of futures.