I'm new to this group...it hasn't been active lately, it says, but I hope to fix this?
I'm not a poet, I'm a prose writer, mostly fiction, so this was sorta...outta my ear, or something, but it meant something to me.
It rains.
This is a beautiful thing.
As Yahweh releases His Heavenly spring
The floodgates pour open, His mercy rains down
And only Love tells me that I will not drown
There is fear, there is awe, as the tears of the sky
Make up for the tears that I longed to cry
The world is unseen, all is blind in the rain
As often the world becomes blind to its pain
But I know the truth, as my hand He takes
And guides me away from the storm my sin makes
How oft I stand lonely when life’s shaken me
Having drifted from Love all alone on the sea
No more to God’s floodgates, these Hellgates I find
They threaten to drown me inside my own mind
If only I pause to recall Mercy’s shower
And the thunder and lightning and Love’s mighty power
All Creation has praised you, and so now I too
Long to give you all praise that to Love is due
Still finding myself holding back every song
The notes are discordant, and were all along
For only with music come wholly from Love
Can I echo the angels that praise You above
I hear rain a-pounding outside of my door
I spill out my tears onto your throne room floor
You raise up my head, and pardon me here
And it’s like all my hurts were not even there
And then I can sing with the rain and the storm
And Creation’s great chorus in Heavenly form
But never for once will my voice be apart
For every true note was Yours from the start
And thus I will dance in the rain or the shine,
Now that I know that I and all Creation are thine.