Come rain, come; let the swallows fly
Let womb of swollen seeds travail
Let the prison wall of dust now die
Come rain, come in water, sleet, and hail
Come rain, come and brim the dusty eye
Let the heart its sorrows melt today
Sublimate our griefs into a sigh
Distill clouds into a brighter day
Tears show us the rainbow of the soul
To think that dust the lights spectrum break
And life's struggle is the prism of our gold
Come rain, tell the nightingale now awake
Tell the grass to cushion still our feet
And let green things feel their jubilee
God in us will make our hope complete
Come rain, pour his Spirit upon me.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
What blessed and sweet relief,
Is the long awaited heavenly rain.
For the many people, a too hot
Heat, the scorching sun has slain.
Water is Divine and sustains us—
Our minds, our bodies, every cell.
Without our blessed rainwater
Our earth would be a barren hell.
Our weather is ever changing—
Though we also need sun to survive,
It is the melting snow and raindrops,
In every form, that keeps us alive.
The trembling of our planet earth,
Tidal waves in a windswept sea,
Tornados, hurricanes and dust storms,
Avalanche and lava flows, plague humanity.
Yet the earth regenerates, after every storm
And flood, fire and quaking of our earth,
There comes a time of glorious peace;
A time of rebuilding, a time of new birth.
We all prayed for rain when the drought had
Burned our crops, killed our beasts and such,
Then damned the rain when flooding came
As people died, and torrid rains became too much.
We need to temper every prayer, to leave things
In God's hands, stop telling omnipotent what to do,
For every little prayer is heard along with our demands.
Appreciate the rainbows sent and bathe in every hue.
For Divine hands are always present holding us
And rain comes from our Divine Father's joyous tears
Which will be a constant in our lives, and will continue
To sustain us throughout the eons of our years.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
if you can see into the depths of my heart
you would hear it sing the saddest song
for those who have looked for meaning in tragedy
for those have suffered terminally
for i have fallen just like them
i have been forsaken
i've looked into your eyes and i see my own reflection
i see the tears you have cried
i know you are alone and afraid
your innocence betrayed
but look into these eyes
i have struggled and suffered just like you
grab my hand you'll no longer be alone
just think this through
for i have fallen just like you
let's stop this trend of sinking
for we are not alone
together we can break this threshold
locked in this embrace
together we will not break
bound together by something stronger than super glue
will you think this through?
will you realize that i'm just like you?
just look into this heart
don't let this world tear us apart
for i have suffered just like you
together we shall never fall
nothing can push our backs up against a wall
we will break through!
believe in me! i believe in you!
Copyright © Logan Saucillo | Year Posted 2009
It came into existence from the breath of God
Just look at animals, people, trees, and look at a bird
The blind will begin to see
People in bondage of sin is now free
The famine will be fed with loaves of bread and fish
A hospice child is granted and receives a wish
People with cerebral palsy will walk
A Chinese man with a speech impediment will suddenly talk
A New York fireman is in a burning building walks out untouched
On a movie set a stunt woman does an amazing and impossible stunt
A very racist white man get saved in a all black church
An illiterate and homeless man gets saved and a hour later get hired to work
A man rushed to hospital in trauma flat lines awake and yells for wife
A young mother addicted to drugs become clean and gives Jesus her life
Everyone these people can be a witness and be a disciple
That heaven rains miracles
John 1:16, 17 From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after
another. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2006
Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
I’m no more than a drop of rain
Landing in the sea
I offer you my Lord all I am
I belong to thee
My path has been a winding road
Often I feel lost
Wondering how this drop of rain
Will ever pay the cost
I reckon I shall find a wave
Ride it to the shore
Then soak into a grain of sand
And live forever more
Whether I’m a drop of rain
Or a grain of sand
I shall always strive to be
The very best I can
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
There is no other
as loving as a brother.
I seek admiration
like a promotion
to find me smothered
in an instant, my lover
of life seemed in motion
as a song like a lotion
to put on your hands, another
love line I write, my mother
would want to hear this commotion
or, not so much to give out this information.
The rain is extremely cold, above better
days. Just be here for me, as my admirer
Copyright © Angela Yousef | Year Posted 2012
The Farmer woke,
Before break of day,
And for a little rain did pray.
Then hitched his team,
And plowed the land,
Given him by the Master’s hand.
The Cowboy awoke,
And a prayer he sighed,
“Please give us rain, for the prairie is dry.”
Then in the heat,
He did rope and brand,
The cattle given him by the Master’s hand.
At night, before sleep,
The Farmer read,
The words from the Bible that God had said,
“If you’ll keep my Commandments,
In it’s season I’ll make it rain,
And you shall eat,
And your land shall fill with grain.”
The Cowboy fell asleep remembering,
A verse his Ma had read,
A promise God made and the words he said,
“Love and serve the Lord God,
And it shall come to pass,
That I shall make it rain,
And for the cattle, there shall be grass.”
So each resolved, in his own way,
To be a better man,
And follow closely the Commandments,
And there-fore save the land.
And though they never met,
They prayed for the same thing,
And watched the sky for the clouds,
And the rain that they would bring.
And though it was long in coming,
The drops fell upon the land,
And revived and refreshed these special places,
Given by the Master’s hand.
The Farmer and the Cowboy,
Each prayed for the land of which they were fond,
And through their belief, they saved the Earth,
Through the Lord’s Common Bond.
Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2005
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain
You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light
In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...
Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2013
The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
I was the sunshine that cradled your day
that tried to push the clouds away
I was the sand that ran between your toes
when you were four years old
that soon became the rain you danced in
from seven to eleven
And I watched you grow in the glow
of a moon that beamed
when you turned thirteen
How unfair you thought I'd become
when you turned twenty-one
because you lost a few dreams
But I stayed awake when you were out late
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight
And when you found your love
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun
Then you turned thirty-one
I became cloud, thunder and shower
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour
You forgot how to dance in the rain
'till you turned forty all you did was complain
Then you took off your shoes
and went back to the sand
I was now the warmth of your child's hand
you spent more time with me
And when you stood fifty years old
you stayed warm to me even though
at times I was cold
How close we grew
when you turned sixty-two
The breeze was I
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky
And I'm sorry I made you sad
when I took "the one" away
But I was proud
when you pushed aside that cloud
and cradled 'me' in the sun
for the remainder of our day
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
I find myself in the middle of an ocean
Lighting, rain and waves crashing
No land in sight
No refuge in sight
No beacon to point me home
I struggle to stay afloat
The water so cold and black
How did I get here?
Where do I go?
What can I do?
Frantically I search
I look all around
But there’s nowhere to turn
I shout with all I have
But there’s no one to hear
The storm is relentless
The waves continue to roll and splash
Trying to shove me under
I can taste the saltiness of the water
As a wave catches me
Slaps me in the face
The water burning my eyes
Blurring my vision
Making me panic
Making me want to fight harder
To keep my head above water
But my legs are growing weary
My arms are starting to tire out
My feet are like cement
My breath ragged and fatigued
As the rain beats down
I cry out again in desperation
As I start to sink
Down to a watery grave
Into the depths below
The water so icy and wet
In my mouth
Down my throat
Burning in my lungs
Fully submerged now
I look up at the surface
And I see hope
I see refuge
I see a hand
Reaching down to me
Tightly grasping me
Pulling me against the force
That’s pulling me under
My head breaks the surface
My eyes open wide
As I gulp in the air
Pulled free and rescued
Not a moment too soon
Not a moment too late
Copyright © A Rambling Righting Riley - Shauna Riley | Year Posted 2011
Sew my eyes shut
So my tears will dry
Cob webs and scars down our arms
Gouge out my eyes
So I can’t see you with him
My winter sky has grown horns
My life gives way
To all these problems building up
A black cloud overhead, and afoot a bed of thornes
Three words she will never say
In these scars we have earned
The greatest lie: “it is all okay”
Death machines – a husk that’s hollow
In my letters burned
Paper-cut veins sewn up
Bleed my sorrow
Colors my love as a serpent
An empty promise of tomorrow
Poisons my ears
I rip them off
And cement the holes they leave
A voice I will no longer hear
Love is no choice in the end.
Deaf to all those voices & bladed words
All those doubts and fears
This story has had enough
To the tragic – the chanceless begins
This sky is about to birth dusk
The letters we never send.
A dawn that finally never comes
A dawn were we will be together.
I will shut up
Sew up my mouth
Blind, deaf, and now dumb.
I am reversed
two of cups.
Am I now done?
Written Dec. 29th 2014
By Joel Thornton
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
Back to our spiritual
After the rainfall stops
The obstacles in our way
have been washed away by the
As we begin to smile once more
The ravages of time
mean little to us
The rainbow has formed in
Let's enjoy the sight!
For it brings to mind
tales of a covenant
Inhale the cleansed air
For our sorrows have been
And we begin to enjoy a bright
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016
Everybody knows the poor stay poor, right?
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me they cry…
Yet they do nothing, absolutely nothing to change things
I say, stop your crying…
Ohh poor me Ohh poor me
Shun that miserable disposition of yours and change things
I believe in you…I think you actually CAN do it…
Why don’t we go off…off to college or trade school
I will take you…guide you…help you cry no longer
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me
Everyone knows the fight is fixed, right?
Yet they continue to gamble on their dreams
They count on luck and forget about hard work
A young beauty wishes to be saved by some prince
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
Yet she does nothing…nothing to save herself from a life of dependency…
I say, why not get some self-confidence
Let’s look past the torrid rain that surges down
That rain that sometime makes things look so very bleak
You can do it….I believe in you…You are strong
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
You will not need to cry much longer
Everybody knows …the dice are loaded, right?
Yet they do nothing…absolutely nothing to stack the deck in their favor
A man loses his job and he NEVER saved a penny when he was making the ‘big bucks’
He gorged and spent like he was entitled to it…like he was invincible
Now, he cries such a lonely cry....
"How can I go on?"
"Poor loser me…poor loser me”
I know you can go on…you can get a new job… discover a new skill
You can learn from your mistakes and….
Next time you’ll save your money when times are good
Then there will be far less depression and far less decisions to be made…
Come with me and I will show you that you can do it…You are resilient …
He ignores my plea…and he continues to cry…
“Poor loser me…poor loser me”
He blindly stares at his coffee cup...his glance slowly shifts to the revolver
He takes a deep breath
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Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2011
What a difference the sun makes.
All the flowers begin to show
And the meadows we pass
Are full of lush green grass
While all the earth takes on a warm glow.
Yet we know rain is also needed
Or the meadows will be parched and dry.
And all the flowers that bloom
With their own sweet perfume
Will slowly wither and die.
So it is with the seed that is planted
Deep within the heart of us all.
Though it is tended by LOVE
Through God's grace above
He allows some rain to fall.
For it is tears that nurture compassion.
Tenderness can come out of pain.
For all the struggles we bear
Are to teach us to care.
They're all part of life's pure refrain.
The earth is nourished by sunshine
Yet the rain replenishes too.
For the earth to succeed
It is both that she'll need
So nature provides her due.
In our lives we want joy and laughter
Yet sorrow too must play its part.
So each soul receives its measure
Of pain and pleasure
So love can blossom in the garden of the heart.
Copyright © SYLVIA Coulstock | Year Posted 2011
The medicine man's face frowned,
as he looked up at the blue sky.
It was beautifully blue,
but didn't have a cloud or raindrop in it.
"The Rain God is still asleep," the medicine man said.
"Who will wake him up?" an elder asked.
Without any words, the medicine man told everyone to pray for rain.
After prayers, the rains came!
"That's how you wake the Rain God!" the medicine man said.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
...I thought i could trust you,
When i needed somewhere to run to.
Somehow i cant forget you,
Not after all that we've been through.
You used to bring light to my darkness,
But not anymore,
Sometimes i wish you'd come back running to my door.
But i still believe,
After every rain theres a rainbow.
After every moon theres a sun.
I still believe,
That theres a way.
I thought i could trust you,
When i had nowhere else to turn to.
We used to laugh and play,
But you said you loved me anyway.
But i still believe,
After every darkness theres a light.
After every rainy day,
Theres a rainbow,
Theres a light..
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
The sharp crunch of a leaf,
red-yellow under your feet
the crisp air of morning hours
the endless colors of all flowers
the exciting sensation of deja-vu
quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue
it’s the gentle pounding that you get
when your hand touches your chest
the constant beating of your heart,
with no effort on your part–
The steady patter of the rain
as it goes down the sewer drain
reminding you that with love
come the blessings from above
it’s the sound of a laugh
finding your other better half
it’s the song of a bird
those touching words that you heard
it’s the curve of a smile
that you’ve craved for a while–
The confidence of an animal in the wild
the innocent sincerity of a child
the softest touch of a mother
a surprise hug from a brother
it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze
helping someone through a maze
it’s the bond between sisters
of the likes I’ve never known
it’s in friendships so strong
you can’t ever feel alone–
The balance human beings have
to stand straight on two feet
it’s the magic of the pen
to realize ideas on a sheet
it’s how humans from different
worlds can relate,
it’s your kind neighbour
and supportive classmate
it’s the patience
remarkable people go through
in situations so mind-boggling
you only wonder what you’d do–
Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed
undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss
in the silent loudness of a sound
as you prostrate with your head on the ground
the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes
the discovery of deep truth among the lies
it’s in the unique snowflakes
with their meticulous design
it’s in looking through a microscope
at nature’s details so fine–
Praying in the woods
among fall leaves and the trees
It’s that sweet smooth loving caress
on your cheeks from the breeze
Beauty is not found in make-up,
nor found through luxurious gates
it’s a universal blessing that many
forget to contemplate–
Now I’m not sure how to end this,
Cuz this topic is quite endless…
Simply put– Beauty is serenity
It’s the peace found within you
it’s no wonder now that we say
Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…
So may you find on this day
Colorful wonders out of the gray
You have all the beauty that you need
To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,
After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty
And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~
Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013
Homeless On One Stormy Night
In the winter of 1984, I accepted a pastoral position in San Francisco.
The salary was not sufficient to live in the City by The Bay. So I found it necessary to obtain a second job. This relationship worked
well for two years. In the late spring of 1986, the church decided to
go in a different direction.
Losing a substantial part of my income meant that my family could
no longer live in San Francisco. So I kept my second job and moved my
family to Sacramento. We only had one car which meant that a daily
commute was not an option, not to mention the cost of such a venture.
I found a room with a dear friend and spent three nights a week with him.
I was home four nights a week.
After many months, my friend's brother needed a place to stay; so I thanked
my friend for his generosity and moved out of his home and into another friend's 50-foot boat. In a real sense, I was houseless but not boatless. I was alone
on a boat docked at Point Richmond across the Bay from my job. Here, I spent
the winter 0f 1988/'89. It was a short stay, but the memories are enduring.
There was no music, but I certainly experienced one rock and roll stormy night.
By early morning and my time to go to work, it was still dark and the power was out. I was afraid to walk along the dark walkway for fear of being blown into the water. So I exited the boat and crawled across the walkway, making sure to dodge all the fallen electric wires. Thank God I survived and went to work.
My homeless experience was much longer than these few lines. My lessons
of life learned about storms, about God's grace, and about friendships are
enduring. Yes. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
10252016 PS Contest, Being Homeless, The Seeker
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Lost in the storms of life somewhere
It's almost more than a soul can bear.
Time is an ever rolling thing,
Losing friends in a never ending game.
Lost forever in a world not the same,
Darken skies shedding its rain.
A veil of time like a sentinel stands
Waiting for the summons to enter its land.
Many a friend is lost to its call,
All will enter this misty wall.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Tell this story to all around
Friends depart and are not to be found.
Walk in a world dark and grey
Without old friends to light the way.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
When in time a summons I hear
To my earthly cradle I go without fear.
There my old friends, with arms open wide,
Will lead me to the other side.
From that misty veil one cannot hide
All must enter to get to the other side.
A time of joy follows a day of tears
As friends are waiting to remove all our fears.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
Every moment a subtle gift
To the spirituality that exists
Testimony to a plan
When you chose to follow Him
A special witness, as to experience the first drop of rain
The ripple effect which it sends
As it crosses with scent and senses
Upon the jasmine as molecule moisture catches
Suddenly, insincere seems the bustle of the day
To glimpse beyond this world, and you wonder
Was that truly a single drop of rain
Or a stray wayward heavenly tear
To be swiftly caught in the unexpected thought
Among a down pour of a million more
Each with realization to His precious purpose
The first drop, shall hold you there
But, the rest a hope of God never standing still
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
Dont think lifes gonna get better. Becuase like a drop of rain on a leaf, its going to be their and be beutiful. Then, then its gonna slide down that leaf which is your hopes. And that drop is gonna fall onto the ground in a sad splatter. Your hopes will dry up and youll just want to quit. Then it will rain again and you'll feel that again and again. But dont let it fool you. Like its fooled me so many times before. Everyone will always leave some day like a breeze. Blowing around you one minute, then gone.
Copyright © Zach Kindell | Year Posted 2012
there he sat, still an Restless
under the muddy light post
on the Slimy, Cruel hill
the Dust blew in a daze
and Mud spat in his face
the Rain began.
there he watched his home Bury away
his mother, father, sister, and son
fly deep into the waves
the Fog sat in, and sat thick
while the Wind roared in wheezing and pushing
the rain kept on
then came a rich, beautiful man
bearing a clean red cross on his chest
his smile sympathetic, but reason hollow
Depression crept in, slow and quiet
picked a spot and was made comfortable
the Rain crashed hard
but there, behind the clean blond hair
over the mud, and past the dirt
a smooth, white cloud beckoned.
his heart, blackened and crushed.
the Rain, deep and dark inside, had Stopped.
Copyright © Put Gene | Year Posted 2011
Rain is previous rain can be pain,
Types of rain can differ: to regain a steady brain- fed up, peaceful rain.
To forget -rain of regret, hurt.
To admire happiness -rain of smiling tears.
But ... who knows if the rain isn't the pain that has been cried by our
Past earth parsonages, residents.
They are all one clan now.
Now all together as relatives of same physical state.
Soon sent down as tests each individual receives a challenge
On how they will conduct themselves in certain state.
Puts that soul to the trail.
See the righteousness, trustworthiness.
Nobility of spirit and honour keep of faith
Treating of others,
Amount of sins committed.
If deserves to be forgiven.
Forgiveness valued down on the way, through life on earth.
Down on soul the almighty sights... at all nights, events and hides.
Paramount stare has a great disguise.
Watched is everybody - How they manage the ticks on a little watch within their reach.
No one can run away it’s a closed circumference- therefore believe it’s not a coincidence.
Be open to life and make sure you have a hearty, generous and unselfish personality.
Make sure you live it with dignity.
Enjoy every day as much as you can.
As someday it’s going to be the end.
Copyright © Rozalia Polnik | Year Posted 2014
A belt of blue cheese at the feet
Makes the mountain beyond Bachuma gate
Glow in that mysterious hues that all distant
Mountains carry upon their crooked humps
A wall behind which the Mombasa sun sheepishly hides
Until the herders of the low lands suffocate it with dust
From a thousand pairs of hooves, then it rises up the mountain
That splits a people into two Counties, a farmer and a nomad
The watchtower of our fore fathers
Against animal and fellow man
That mountain saved lives
And became a shrine
For the exaltation of HE who curved it
From raw matter, embellished with caves
That invites humanity from E and W to drop jaws
A fair day will beckon from this mountain
With orange smile of a sun eager to ascend into sky
A dreary one will keep you waiting, encumbered
By a shroud of fog, that smoky mesh that covered
Burnt sacrifices in the golden days, yet a day
Of profound beauty, as colourful as a people tending a field of crops
Watered by the mountain spring, will emerge
The mountain of peace, for the elders swear by it
While mending feuds, Will remain forever
Its work among the creatures of earth undone
Interminable strife betw’n man and beast
Getting louder by day in the corridors of Tsavo Park
May the stony humps echo the survival anthem
Before the giggle and belch of hyenas drown it
Herders of low lands, for a century, scrutinize the mountain’s shadow
To stay off hoof breaking haste driving their speckled animals to rest
That mountain will be standing there tomorrow
Waiting for the sun and rain
It will hear man sobbing
It will listen to birds singing
The hyena will growl
It will not hear
Copyright © Kilalo Mwashighadi | Year Posted 2016
People say that rainbows are beautiful
To see one is an experience so wonderful
Gives you a feeling that’s so soulful
Blessing from heaven that is bountiful
But you can’t have rainbows without rain
Just like the saying no gain without pain
In stormy times faith you should maintain
In the end sunshine you would surely regain
Look forward to the coming of the sun
The rainbow will come when the rain is done
Bringing you hope and filling life with fun
Before you know it the battle had been won
Be strong in your faith dear friend
The storm will eventually come to an end
In the meantime warm love to you we send
A love that’s true and friendship without end
Together we‘ll wait for the rainbow
With it’s beauty the whole sky will glow
Even through the rain our hearts will know
That hope and love should always flow
Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2007
Once when I was kept in the safest column
He was already standing beside my mother's womb
Whispering me lullaby
And I was happy
Before I walk my day
He was already standing in the doorway
Packing me provisions so I could make it through the day
I said 'Where are we going?'
He said 'To the Garden where river flows'
And we went
We passed by a forest
Heavily infested with unruly beasts and serpents
Standing therein were brute trees
In different sizes and in different shapes
Whose branches were against each other colliding
All their leaves stared at me despairing and beeding
I said 'This is dark, lonely and cold'
He said 'Tighten your grip, you will be safe'
And we went
To my relief
We reached a healthy field
Pleasantly rugged by blossoms of all sorts
The frogs altogether singing
Spreading my arms under the rain dancing
And I was happy
I said 'I want to stay here'
He said 'No, the rain and the blooms are not forever'
I said ' I will keep some red roses'
He said 'They are not yours to keep, they wither and die'
And we went
Unto the empty hut, we went
I approached and cried
'When are You going to cease giving commands?
Is this what You brought me here?
Run my living?
You are a selfish God!'
And I wept
He spread me blanket
He lay me bread
Yet I wept and wept further
Many evenings visited
I turn and toss
And toss and turn
I could not rest
Like an orphan child standing next to stranger's home
To Him I walked, I cried 'I am sorry'
'Thank You for Teaching and Guiding
my restless, fractured, aggressive heart;
Thank You for being the Source of Light
where dark alley could I be if You do not lamp my way?;
Thank You for All-Hearing
all my longings and unspoken words;
Thank You for Forbearing
my dissatisfaction, whining, wanting more and complaining;
Thank You for being the All-Mighty
making me strong, I swear I will make it through;
And just in case my flesh fails
Do not leave me by the road
Take me to the Place where all this journey for'
'How much can you weigh of My bounty?
I never been unkind to you'
Although I wept,
I was happy
And we went.
Copyright © Nihaya Casar | Year Posted 2012