Healing Rains
In the darkened city, she slowly walked.
Baptismal rain droplets on her that
seemed to talk.
The lovable scent of fresh raindrops filled
her spirit.
There was God, hope and freshness in it.
She heard the soft meowing of a distant
cat..
And she marveled that the earth was not flat.
Dreaming of driving through the Rockies one
night.
She was reminded that God ruled this earth,
not man and his political hijinks and blights.
Man, still does not get it, peacemakers, they
are not.
Casinos wide open but places to honor God...
firmly locked and shut.
The earth withstands the ignorance of man.
The woman, in her raincoat, did know how
their Creator can!
Her wonderful, thoughtful, walk came to an end.
She wished she had a place, to write a letter to
her Creator, that under starlight, could send!
5/19//21
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