When time is famined
And hours stretch out but are bare,
When minutes accumulate
Like crumbs on the bed,
When seconds roll over to sleep,
When everyone’s laughing
But I’ve socks in my ears,
When my tongue has shrunk
And gone sodium free,
When my heart is like oil in water,
I think of that river
Making glad the city of God
Where deserts once dry go deciduous
I think of that river in hopes
It’ll trickle over me
Like rain.
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