This rain continues to wash away the old burdens of yesterday and brings us into a new church year and into a period of expectancy and excitement. This is movement. This is hope.
Cleansing Drops
I sat here, waiting for the rain,
On a fresh new porch,
I held my brain.
On a fresh new porch,
I held my brain.
Heavy thoughts filled my mind,
Exhausted, from the
routine grind.
Exhausted, from the
routine grind.
Rains arrival,
I awaited with pleasure,
Cleansing drops,
became my treasure.
I awaited with pleasure,
Cleansing drops,
became my treasure.
I yelled out for
heaven's tear,
All my sorrows,
I hoped it shall clear.
heaven's tear,
All my sorrows,
I hoped it shall clear.
When the very first drop,
hit my head,
Pure excitement,
virally spread.
hit my head,
Pure excitement,
virally spread.
Came down suddenly,
it started to pour,
My heart and spirit,
began to soar.
it started to pour,
My heart and spirit,
began to soar.
Seconds later my life was
cleansed and soaked,
My clear mind,
has been evoked.
cleansed and soaked,
My clear mind,
has been evoked.
(anitapoems.com)
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