There is something decidedly sacred about rain. It speaks deep of providence and faithfulness and peace and cleansing. It calls us to move beyond being alive to actually Living. Emily Dickinson said it: "And rivers where the houses ran/ The living looked that day." She echoes my own cries to Look and to See and to be counted among the Living swept away by the Beauty. So... on a Monday afternoon, a poem written from my stairwell during a steady Saturday morning downpour, a cry to Live and to See... enjoy!
Alive to Live
It runs
In rivers cross the concrete
And dances
Circles as it falls
Somehow puts to shame
The noise of a restless world
Reminds us we are alive
Commands us to Live
Mist swirls with a chill
And I can feel
And I can breathe
My heart like the parched ground
Soaking to overflowing
My soul
A glutton
Rivulets writing love on the heart
To stay?
I hope
As I breathe thanks
To Live now
Stephanie M. Frakes
September 28, 2013
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