Holding the Rain

Rain falls gently in the night

Cold droplets on my skin

Washing me clean of the world

Worry and fear rolling down

Dripping from me

Into puddles of memory

That pools at my feet

My face turned to the sky

Welcoming the cleansing sky

Clearing my mind of doubt

It cascades down my back

And then it is gone

Bathed in the open air

Feeling both old

And at the same instant

Brand new in every way

The breath drawing in

The smell of the storm

Lingers in the atmosphere

And in this moment

I am suddenly so free

And suddenly so small

Yet I am everywhere

The drizzle falling across my hands

And I give myself to it freely

As it gives itself freely to me

We meet in an impossible embrace

I hold the storm

And the storm holds me

Falling Snow

Snowfall silent in the sky

The who and what and where and why

In quiet night snowflakes fly

It floats and flutters by my eye

Sitting in this darkened night

Falling snow reflecting light

Fog hides the world from sight

A sweater on warms frozen bite

In the dark I sit and wait

And though my heart may hesitate

I sit and ponder our shared fate

Praying feelings will not complicate

A frozen world past my window

What comes next I do not know

Staring out at falling snow

Eyes grow heavy now with sleep

Snow falls down and settles deep

In dark of night can’t hear a peep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Moonless Sky

A moonless sky hangs overhead
Like a great gray canvas
As if to beckon me forward
To paint my visions upon it
But what could I paint across the sky?
Visions of you are all that seem fitting
As it is the only thing beautiful enough
To fill the heavens and still be not enough
If I painted the morning and night
With visages of your radiance
I would still need a larger canvas yet
If I were to truly cast the magnificence
That I hold so dearly in my mind