09 Monday May 2016
Posted in Poetry
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allowance, comfort, death, grace, gratitude, home, joy, life, love, rain, solace, time, treasure, wholeness, willing, worth
how softly sings
the morning rain –
a pit of willing patter
as tears along
a length of tin –
buckets from a ladder
rain me down
drown me here
lest I the same become
a threat of storms
beyond the creek –
as rivers from the sea
sorrows
I have given claim
as paid with joys for me –
let it rain
tell I am clear
then let it rain
again
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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wind sings a sad refrain
orchestrated by our pain
’til our hearts regain
the new day of the sun again.
………………………………………………………….xo
……until we’ve reached the sea………
So very soulful…and truly beautiful…I feel the emotions filling your heart! Sending you a tender spiritual embrace ! Hugs and blessings!
Thank you, Wendell………… I don’t recall the author, but someone I hold dear said, ‘ that I might open my heart such that the whole world falls in’……….. I love that. Not just the words, but the thought…… ❤