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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Poetry Jam The blind leading the blind


From sleepless chaos she brings
a whisper of hope
through the silent darkness

Offers solace to my plight
with comfort of the pure
and in such stillness
spreads her wings about my pain.

With a constant faith
she shares an
out-pouring of Angel light
and through
cosmic waves of love
once more

…I am saved.


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Sometimes we all need someone to lean on….and, I believe they hear.

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