Walking in a welcome rain –
A cool and drenching one –
Quelling the flames at the rim of the fire
And dousing the smoldering rubble
Of forests and grasslands
And homes and life…
Walking in a welcome rain –
A deep and satisfying one –
Rinsing soot and ash from all that remains
And soaking a hint of rebirth
Into forests and grasslands
And homes and life…
Walking in a welcome rain –
A needed and nourishing one –
Inhaling sweet, unsullied air
And a cleansing sense of hope
Into forests and grasslands
And homes and life…
Walking in a welcome rain –
A pure and freshening one –
Washing away our tears
And replacing them with rainbows
Over forests and grasslands
And homes and life.
A walk in that welcome rain –
A soulful and pensive walk –
Restores and renews,
Respirits and reminds us…
What we’ve loved is never quite fully lost
so long as remembrance brings warmth
to our hearts.
So, when together we walk
in that welcome, needed rain,
We again find Paradise.
© 2018
Church of the Open Road Press
Church of the Open Road Press
So enjoyed the poem and so sad as of this date, the Honeyrun bridge is gone from the Campfire!
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