I praise the individuals who stood in the rain.
Who stood tall through the storm-- cold, powerless,
and alone.
Looking up in the endless night sky
thinking and wondering if this rain is a blessing
or just tears returning back to them.
Do we seek shelter,
or do we just take it as we deserve it ?
There must be a reason behind all this.
There has to-- its too poetic not to.
As I quietly and motionlessly stand in this growing puddle,
with each drop stabbing my heart...
I take it.
Because I know,
the water shed will take part of a spiritual growth-- that
amongst all this hurt, a part of me will grow.
After all my tears are seeds.
As Always,
Peace & Balance.
Bev
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