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REPENTENCE
The grimy, gnarled trees
Stretched grasping fingers
To the gray sky
Demanding deliverance.
Heaven scornfully looked down
On their limbs
Bent and bowed with greed
And all was gray.
A gentle breeze slowly wandered
Amid the disillusioned trees
Listening to their tale of woe.
It consented to carry their order
To the silent sky.
Stronger and stronger
With hope
It became
As it neared the sky.
The sky rumbled in disapproval
It crackled
With brilliant and singing anger
Which lighted the grayness.
The limbs were no longer
Greedy, grasping.
But lifted in prayer.
Bowed still they were
But now, in humility.
The heavens saw.
The rains came.
And the dirt
Was washed away.
FLORENCE MEHL
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