Lava streams of love
lava streams of pain
gushed down my sides
and killed and cleansed
all that was alive.

Ashen clouds of mourning
stones of heavy grief
rained down on my land
and stifled my growth
with nothing left to breathe.

Now here I stand in the
newly risen sun and pray for
the promise of rain to come and
soak my parched bewildered soil
sojourning in the in-between.

Deep inside
far below I sense some
tender green shoots stirring.
Oh, to know what they look like
and when they will burst through the surface!