Post by Raimi Stranger on Aug 24, 2013 7:03:04 GMT
Rain at the door:
The sky is grey
as dawns this day...
birds' laughter,
all is stilled,
clouds shed their truth,
land drinks enough,
all as earth's
father willed.
Alive we must
trample the dust.
We scarcely dare to meet.
In passing by
we say to try,
ourselves, to bear the heat.
Facing the sky
our spirits fly,
as if we had been kissed,
with feelings high
we down the lie
with gentleness of mist.
Cares washed away,
come all that may,
a heart with happiness...
is over-flowed,
cares not the load,
our love we do confess.
Now growing fast,
raised arms at last,
four winds are at the door
give thanks for this
moment of bliss...
the rain has come once more.
" Ask ye of the LORD rain in the time of the latter rain;
so the LORD shall make bright clouds,
and give them showers of rain,
to every one grass in the field."
[Zechariah 10:1]
The sky is grey
as dawns this day...
birds' laughter,
all is stilled,
clouds shed their truth,
land drinks enough,
all as earth's
father willed.
Alive we must
trample the dust.
We scarcely dare to meet.
In passing by
we say to try,
ourselves, to bear the heat.
Facing the sky
our spirits fly,
as if we had been kissed,
with feelings high
we down the lie
with gentleness of mist.
Cares washed away,
come all that may,
a heart with happiness...
is over-flowed,
cares not the load,
our love we do confess.
Now growing fast,
raised arms at last,
four winds are at the door
give thanks for this
moment of bliss...
the rain has come once more.
" Ask ye of the LORD rain in the time of the latter rain;
so the LORD shall make bright clouds,
and give them showers of rain,
to every one grass in the field."
[Zechariah 10:1]