Poem Based on Isaiah 55
by Joanne Troppello
The prophet Isaiah enjoins us with a call.
To the thirsty, to the penniless, to the hungry.
Come to the waters and drink.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
Raindrops sprinkling the thirsty earth
return to the Heavens, from whence they come—
only after seeds bloom for the sower yielding sustenance.
Likened to the rain is the voice of the Lord
falling to those who thirst, hunger, and need.
As the mists on a rose in the early morning light.
“This will be for the Lord’s renown,
for an everlasting sign,
which will not be destroyed.”
As the dew drops from the rose,
wetting the grass.
© Joanne Troppello
About the Poet
Joanne Troppello is an author, writer, and poet. She is the publisher of the online Christian lifestyle magazine, Mustard Seed Sentinel.
Connect with Joanne on Twitter. You can find Joanne on these social media channels—Twitter, Facebook, Parler, Spreely, and Clouthub—with the same username, @JoanneTroppello—and @joannetroppello.mseedsentinel on Instagram. Visit the Mustard Seed Sentinel YouTube Channel.