31 July 2009

Rain

Call it what you will,

I call it rain;

when troubles come and pat against my soul.

Go in if you like,

I will remain

and let the washing water make me whole.

Just when I’m sure

that I can’t bear the rain,

a tiny leaf starts pushing through the ground.

In a place where the ground

was too dry to sustain it,

a new, tiny flower can be found.

Once I was stuck,

I thought things would never change

as I watched a cloud pass through the sky.

And right before my eyes

it took a different shape

and I knew,

so were the clouds in my life.

Just when I’m sure

that I can’t bear the rain,

a tiny leaf starts pushing through the ground.

In a place where the ground

was too dry to sustain it,

a new, tiny flower can be found.

And I see Him in the rain.

And I feel Him wash away

what I do not understand,

so new life can spring up once again.

1 comment:

Tim said...

thanks for sharing this