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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