Each Drop of Rain
Moth wings thunder loud
in softly falling rain.
Pain keeps you from death
with its blaring breath.
Melancholy loves you. The deepest depressions
become revelations, sorrow is your best,
most trusted friend.
The space between sadness and utter joy -
just one moment.
A moment has no time, no before or after;
only there
can joy be held and kept.
One raindrop
speaks a language of aftershocks,
so it is
that tear revive the soul.
Nothing is real - without soul,
not the body, not the world,
not God. What is ‘soul’?
It is the sound of mothwings
thundering
in each heartbeat.
© 23 hours ago
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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