Mar 19, 2009 - poetry    1 Comment

Rain.

Cold October rain
falls outside my window
I can hear its force
and then as it gentles
Rain as mercy
Rain as cleansing
Rain as tears and pain

He was here once
holding my hand
wiping my tears
with His fingertips

Tears trail around my
face now
following gravity
with its streams

I turn my head and
hold my breath
End the pain
End the sorrow
No one can hurt me now

The rain tapers off
I hear only drops now
Turn again and night
air enters my lungs

I want to live
yet the ache never leaves
and the rain continues to fall


Written October 12, 2006

1 Comment

  • beautiful.