silent pleadings

in the wilderness of silence the inner voice calls out 'put an end to the misery that I experience everyday' Rain down on me the shower of relief. Flood my soul with good things a sustainable truth that melts the pain Brush my skin with refining fire, your fingertips are the hands of mercy, Draw out the impurities. My inner being suffers the penalty of awareness of things condemned. When is this going to end? Perhaps when the light shines on cloudy pastures, respite comes.