When cold rain falls upon the heart of life;
Flooding out
the warmth of the sun.
Truth
beckons quietly, from tears of pain;
Washing away
debris, from what appears undone.
Sadness is
but a wall between two gardens;
A dark path trod,
devoid of little more than faith.
Benighted
moments of searching for peace;
Oh for the scent
of hope, to calm this wraith.
None are
immune to pain in this life;
Seasons find
each shadowed by darkness of a wall.
In time, each
step forward will illuminate a path;
Out of color
blind stones and an endless trawl.
Enjoy the
garden, the color, the scent;
Memorize the
pleasure, the joy and rife.
Moments of
time are precious and cherished;
When cold
rain falls upon the heart of life.
DeAnna
Metcalf
9/2014
Blogophilia
Week 29.7 Topic: When Cold Rain Falls
(Hard,
2 points) Incorporate a Kahlil Gibran quote or line
“Sadness
is but a wall between two gardens”
(Easy,
1 point) Include the phrase "color blind"
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