Rain fills a puddle you say.

Like tears in an empty heart.

But how did the heart get that way?

It gave its love away.

Poured it out on children’s heads.

And navigated a lifetime with God.

He had so much to say.

And love like an empty bowl,

Waits for payback to come and stay,

Remembering the children at play,

And their voices.

So the rain comes along.

Unconcerned with all of that.

It’s cool and clean and waters the edges.

Gentle pattering like moments past.

It’s not tears you see in my imperfect heart.

It’s the rain that falls from Heaven-

Like the many gifts He imparts-

To me.


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