Saturday, April 29, 2017


beyond the mountains 
we spied a tempest 
rising from the deep unknown
and i ran to the horizon
i prayed for rain to come
rain to wash me
rain to change me
but the clouds held their lightning
the rain forgot to fall
and for a moment the darkness lingered 
more than i could bear
and as i struggled with the waiting
a single drop fell on my lips
i tasted the beauty that was coming
and i prayed again
for rain to come

i am sick of waiting 
to make these changes. 

1 comment:

  1. Absolutely beautiful!