Occasional Tears

Those moments

when sitting alone in the room,

an idea crosses my mind,

shall the rivers be released.

~

From a quiet distant embankment

when the waters begin to tide

the soil allows moisture

new ground to intermingle

~

We have a common need

to communicate with each

other along the way,

to assure one another’s shelter.

~

Yet, winds will prevail,

that with their sudden gusts

like God’s hand sweeping across

the fertile land.

~

I look behind and can see

the water caress the landscape

I know now why my hillside

dampens with the coming rains

~

When in those lost moments

my mind runs astray

the skies soft rains

allow me the time to stay

~

We can learn from our vulnerability

our world breathes like a morning rain.

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