pitter, patter
the rain is back and its drenching the house
pouring off the house beams
the sound is one of my favorites
soothing
the sky is releasing the built up tension from the clouds
Like tears from a heart that is heavy
Cleansing
Purifying
It nurtures the soil of your soul
Producing a ground flowers can bloom on
Content as I sit here
Watching the rain pour
Allow the tears to heal
As the ground heals outside
silence is where we find the most clarity
yet silence is daunting
almost haunting
the thoughts swirl
the patterns repeat
same noises over and over
yet silence is where the Lord wants us.
Its in the silence that he speaks to our hearts
its when we press in that he enters in
he is gentle
he will not barge in
he allows us the free will to sit and let him enter in
and when he we do
he comes in with hope and peace
hope for a future that is better than we could have ever imagined it would be
and peace that surpasses all understanding
first we must get past the hurting that comes in the beginning of the silence
the thoughts that spiral and cloud our vision
so that
we may experience what he has promised
joy
hope
peace
wisdom
silence
in reality is the most beautiful place we could allow ourselves to be
The sun is making its way through the clouds
to shine onto the ground and produce life from the rain
its weaning away the heavy clouds and shining bright
lighting up the sky and making way for hope
though you may weep for the night
joy comes in the morning
the sky is no longer a gloomy shade of grey
it is a vibrant light opaque
the sun is bursting through in some areas
but in some its still dark
what a relation to the areas in our heart
some we allow him room for him to enter in and others we hide in fear of the pain
the second we let the light in there is hope
there is freedom
but there is also pain
with love and light comes pain
is this bargain one that keeps us from freedom
yes
is this bargain sometimes to much to carry
yes
his hope comes bursting through and sometime our darkness aches at the pain of the light
darkness becomes comfortable
safe
we feel there is no reason to cause extra pain to a wound that already hurts
but joy comes in the morning
the rain lingers
pouring off the house beams
drenching the ground from the sky
the sky is no longer blue
it is a cream color shade of grey
dimming the light the sun produces
peering through my window all I see is wet
the ground, the roof
the house beams all the way down the road
the tops of the fences are soaking and seeping its way to the bottom
coursing through the seams of the fence
its beautiful
all of us our experiencing rain
its the one thing we all experience the same
rain, sun
we all experience it
some like one more than the other but none of us have the power to control it
my coffee is steaming while I sit and listen to the rain
its calming
secure
pondering what others are thinking as the rain pours from the sky
are you happy?
what do you feel
there is going to be a change
the scars from the fire will start to fade
as green pastures come back and the ground begins to grow
we will all still carry the weight and pain from that week
but the rain will produce growth
filling the scars and giving hope
the rain is clear yet it has the healing property of something that should be so colorful
so beautiful
yet it is beautiful
clear
dainty
simple
It pours out of the sky with no regard of what is happening
Its simply elegant
