Shadows, these dark clouds,
They block the light -- it's hard!
Rainwater, running all over,
It blurs the vision -- can't ride!
What current now runs through my being --
I wish to think, to write, but the mind's veiled!
Holy Spirit, God of cloud and rain!
Draw Your scepter, clear the sky,
Let the faultless dove now fly!
Save Your servant
From the onslaught of influence!
Save Your bondslave
From the bondage of shame!
May Your kindness guide me through these storms,
And bring You glory through these clouds and this rain!
© Domenic Marbaniang, February 13, 2011