Troubled Peace
by Mario Gerada

Here I am,
at the edge
of an arid land,
scorching heat.

Singing to God
with a sterile voice,
praying to God
to be freed from noise.

Planted seeds
are lying dormant,
waiting for the rain.

Waiting is frustrating,
desires are culminating,
but the sky is still,
rain is not near.

I’ve plowed the earth,
I’ve planted the seeds,
I buried the trees,
which ceased to live.

In this painful heat,
in this waiting land,
I seek refuge
in my dreams.

Troubled chest,
turmoil of thoughts,
feelings are blurred.

Craving for rain,
waiting for fresh air,
to break the stillness,
of this land.


© 2010 Mario Gerada


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