They say the
wheat cannot grow
In the desert or amidst snow
Will the clouds bring their rain?
Will the snow melt once again?
In the meantime will wheat survive?
Will this grain become alive?
I seem to be that lone grain
In my desert silent remain
Endure the draught and sandy pain
Till the clouds wash me again.
They say clouds will only rain
When they decide. We wish in vain.
No matter how brilliant a mind
A soul thats wise, a heart thats kind
When lost in this endless space
Walking the desert pace after pace
When of grace theres no trace
It is futile for us to chase
The spirit we try to embrace;
God in Gods time reveals Gods face.
© Shahriar Shahriari
March 7, 1998
1998, Vancouver Canada, 1999 - 2005, Los Angeles, CA
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