David conquered Goliath through impossibility;
Only to prove that human measure is in vain.
“Listen to me,”
Said the little girl, in confidence.
“I have a voice;
It might be tiny, but never insignificant.
It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,
Believing it shall make a difference,
For the sake of my fellow beings,
Now and in the years to come.”
She lifted her hand,
And raised her voice again,
“Listen to my voice!”
Five cars in a row and an umbrella
Parked under the bombarding rain.
And I’m still waiting up here, selah.
Everything gives way for the thunder and the rain,
To scream and shout like an emotional fella,
Spluttering his heart out in vain,
As none of us understand but thinking he needs a selah.
To calm himself down like a peaceful terrain.
O rain, when are you going to selah?
Five cars, an umbrella, and me still listen to you in uncertain.