Rain In the a M
I listen to the sounds
of rain in the a.m.,
2 a.m. that is,
a time when
most are sound asleep.
Of course
sleep hadn’t found me yet,
as staring at my ceiling
or my computer
wasn’t enough
for my body to tire
and start pushing thoughts of you
into my dreams.
The water rains down
on the outside
while my tears splash
about inside.
I pray for my cries
to be heard
by the only God
and His one Son.
Dear God,
hear my pleas
for healing for Susan,
and for others
walking in this dying world,
which is waiting to be reborn
into Your earthly kingdom.
2010
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