Splinters of broken rain,
cutting through glass walls,
to water our souls.
I beg of you
to wash me clean.
My Soul. My Heart. My Being.
Make me whole again.
Water the flowers
with life and colour,
to brighten up our days,
Making us realise that everything
in our lives,
is Worthwhile.
Not sure you meant it, but I like your 'splinters' reference. We are a real splinter group.;-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Susan. Being washed clean, purified, to begin again. If only.
I like your writing, but sometimes your choice of colour adds a challenge to my viewing. Anyway, keep at it.
Hi Eamon,
ReplyDeleteI meant it in a different sense, wrote this before this group came along. We are, though! :) thanks for your comment. I think that everyday we can make an effort to begin again, if we are able to flow with changes, and not resist.
Apologies about the colour, didn't realise it would make reading the work a challenge. I adore colour! Thank you for your feedback. :)
Worthwhile thoughts indeed, Susan...we all wish to be whole, and are thirsty for this 'rain'...Hard to get through the walls we build sometimes isn't it?
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Thank you, Mary. :) It is hard, sometimes! But we got to keep trying. x
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