Healing Rain
I walk outside in rain so drear,
Not one thing my heart holds as dear;
Drops of pain raining down my face
Washing hope from life and love erase.
I lift my eyes to depths of gray
And see a gleam, a sparkling ray.
I laugh inside, how can this be,
That God would mock a wretch like me.
And then I see a line of red
And then of green and violet.
My heart expands in wistful hope,
Perhaps I'll find a way to cope.
Then I recall a wise man said
Let not your soul, your heart go dead.
Life holds the way, look for the signs,
Love never dies; do not resign.
Yet seize the day, uplift your eyes.
The promise there, it rides the skies.
In times of grief so keenly felt
The hope of life is finely held.
10/02/2018
Inspired by Picture #5
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2018
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