Love Letter To My Lord

As I reached up to yonder sky,
Apple dropped, into speckled eye.
Tears welled up, as I start to cry
As witness to earth scorched dry.

Pearlescent sweat upon my brow,
Aware of all that's fair and foul.
Although penny's dropped in silent growl,
Stoically, won't throw in that towel.

And as I seek to push on through,
With strength, less oak, more of Yew.
Knowing that olive branch to be true,
All hope of peace, centred in you.

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Karen Burns is 51 and lives in Coventry, England. She is a graduate at Warwick after completing a Social Studies degree. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.