The Promised Rain

The promised rain begins,

Falling lightly, slowly,

Measured rhythm soothing

To the soul.  Holy

Droplets, sprinkling,

Christening the earth.

The place which craves renewal

In rain, knows its worth.

Grey Speaks

Grey waves beneath  puppeteer's hand

To unsuspecting, startled passers-by.

Some ignore, or with smiles acknowledge;

Others, curiosity draws nigh.

Sharing story, interest deftly peaks;

Light observed in mutual exchange.

The Lord, Himself, with intimacy, speaks.

This poem was written after a wondrous day at a recent book sale/signing at the Atlanta Federal Center.  So many people fell in love with "Grey" today, I am beside myself, and I'm thanking the Lord for the many gifts this day has rendered.

Love and blessings to all!

Tears Fall

Without warning, tears fall.

Held in check, profoundly spilling;

Unexpected provocation.

 I, withholding, God bids willing.

Shedding with complete abandon.

What I tightly hold, denying

Frailty and sinfulness; 

His course sets true my reckoning.

I will follow.

I will heed.

I will weep. 

I will, Him, need.

For in all things, He's ever there,

Drying eyes and answering prayer.