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meditation of the day

Reclamation

A Villanelle

The rains will fall, the waters rise.

Will you withstand the coming squall

as darkness claims the skies?

You heard his words then turned untried

his solid way, his certain call

through rains that fall to waters’ rise.

He tried to look you in the eyes

to save you from the veiling pall

when darkness claims the skies.

Your life, now built on sand and lies,

awakes to wind against your wall.

The rains fall hard, the waters rise.

You say “Lord, Lord” and seem surprised

his voice and face you can’t recall

as darkness claims the skies.

It’s not too late to realize

your senseless pride, your gainless gall.

Though rains will fall, and waters rise,

the Sun reclaims the skies.

Rita A. Simmonds

Rita A. Simmonds (ritaasimmonds.com) is an award-winning poet. She is the author of a memoir entitled Convicted by Mercy: The Journey of Frank Simmonds from the Streets to Sanctity and four books of poetry, her latest being He Called (Magnificat). / From an unpublished manuscript. Used with permission.