Plenty Poem by Dann Thomas

Summer crackles noisily claiming her share
The green cover lost to depths of the earth
The rain of plenty has not a cloud to spare
And the sun bleeds spite in diminutive dearth

When disappointment smirks at every turn
Each task simply undone, twisted and wrong
The reign of plenty every hand does spurn
Then anger and spite burns uninhibitedly strong

When the winds of expectation flutter and stall
Burdened with emptiness in sorrow we grope
And deign aplenty in anguish, to our knees we fall
And prayer rides on wings of fear, failure and hope.

It’s the season to remember and to realize
That life indefinite is defined by the One
The pain aplenty spent on a cross, a sacrifice
Just for you – He lent himself, His only son.