Bless-ed rain falls
on this sun baked earth,
soaks
the pores of my skin,
seeks
the desert places of my soul,
fills
the well-spring of my heart,
quenches
my desperate thirst.
Droplet upon droplet
form wild rivulets
down my dusty cheeks
cleansing
the detritus of yesteryears.
I hold my arms aloft,
press my face
against God's chest
And smile through His tears.
Amanda Edwards (c) 2013
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