MY SOUL WAITS FOR THE LORD… Ps. 130:6
A Poem by Rosa Lía Gilbert
More than mango trees for the month of May
with its breath that blows on leaves to caress
the seeds of orange fruit
about to grow and grow and grow
until pregnant branches reach down
to the ground to meet the hands
of the farmer who waits for mangos
more than the soil waits for rain
that sprays out from the tropical sky
like a fountain of living water
irrigating the farmer’s field
to feed those hungry souls
that wait for the Lord.