it rains, sending all inward
to the physical and psychic centers.
to the physical and psychic centers.
Veins of flowing water merge,
becoming tiny ribbons and rivulets,
streaming, flowing and cleansing,
outlining paths of reconciliation
we might take, once sun returns.
becoming tiny ribbons and rivulets,
streaming, flowing and cleansing,
outlining paths of reconciliation
we might take, once sun returns.
There is a world of hurt out there,
being bathed and healed in holy tears;
the birds are already rejoicing.
being bathed and healed in holy tears;
the birds are already rejoicing.
© 2012 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
