without
sweet sunlight
for
nourishment
lord
give us this day
our daily bread
thus
to keep us warm
while we ran for shelter
towards
the
red-painted log cabin
straight out of the storm
and
we
witnessed
the
young clouds leapfrogged
through
the
sleepy willowed sky
and
finally the
thunder clapped rain
came rolling down
upon
the
sacred hallowed ground