There seems to be a problem
No one can address
It seems to me forgotten
How often we oppress
And how we take for granted
A hand full of grain
While somewhere in the desert
The faithful pray for rain
There seems to be confusion
No one can resolve
And in our grand delusion
How often we absolve
Our lack of understanding
For all of their pain
While somewhere in the desert
The faithful pray for rain
There seems to be beginning
There seems to be an end
And in that day of wisdom
Oh how will we defend
Our lack of understanding
Our show of disdain
While somewhere in the desert
Begins to fall the rain
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Microsoft Office Clip Art Collection
First Published At gilnamur.com
This is very delicately crafted poem talking about communion and exploitation in the same vein. Yes , people are waiting for rain…. in the desert and also in the ocean. Understanding- as Gil says, is the only way out. I love the rhythm. Beautiful!
Thank you Shruti! 🙂
Hello Gil,
Such a beautifully written poem about nature and how it sustains us..and how some of us do take what we have for granted. I hope when you record it you post a video of you performing the song!
Thanks Martha!
When I record it, at the very least, I will post the audio for sure!!
Have a great week!
Cheers,
Gil
Such a compassionate statement about our connection to each other being on the planet. Thank you so much for your words, Gil. They have touched me deeply.
Hi Tess,
Thanks for your wonderful comment! 🙂
Cheers,
Gil
Beautiful and soul-touching. Thank you, Gil.
Thank you Ross! 🙂
It’s written to music and one day I will record it 😉
Cheers,
Gil
Beautifully written and so true.
Thank you Sandi! 🙂