Oh, for the joy of your
presence
again.
But there is only
the sorrow of your
absence.
Friday, September 28, 2018
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Desert Rain
Maybe it's not just the desert that needs this grey-skyed, rain-drenched day. As I sat sipping my coffee, watching rain soak the thirsty, drought-stricken world outside, these words surfaced from within me:
Rain
pours out of me
into the soft ground
where what is left
of you
lies now for all eternity.
In my heart--
where the rain begins--
love enfolds us
and keeps us
close.
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