Fig Tree Parched Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Fig
Tree
Parched
Praying
With
Wet
Eyes
To
The
Heavens
Pray
Pray
Pray
The
Heavens
Will
Open
Sometime
Somewhere
Yet
Will
It
Be
Late?
Hear
Hear
There's
A
Shout
From
The
Heavens
There's
A
Scream
From
The
Heavens
Look!
The
Waters
Changed
Their
Color
The
Waters
Spume
They
Turned
Red
Dies irae, dies illae!
The
Earth
Is opening
Valleys are
Rising to mountains
Mountains
Subside to valleys
Dies irae! Dies illae!
Hear! Hear!
There's but a chorus of
Angels singing
They sing!
They sing!
They sing!
Whilst high be low
Low be high
And
The earth's bursting
Dies iare! Dies illa!
At last!