It’s raining
but I cannot curse its touch
for I love it’s gentle
splat upon my skin.

In wanting to believe
sometimes we are blind
We cannot see the truth
before our eyes.

Clouds of doubt invade
nothing can dampen
the true spirit’s flame
kept inside our
secret spaces.

I hold onto my love
as if it were God’s armor
and set the sky to tremble
with the sword of truth.


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Image ‘borrowed’ from Eclipse of the moon (s) blog.

Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCLXXI: Dampen, keep, tremble
Poetry Jam The blind leading the blind