Category: Writers Block
Weeping Clouds
Some think the rain is for the flowers,
The proud no nothing of bereavement,
Only the softly falling rain,
Knows and comforts as it drains,
The tears from the weeper.
Why do you complain,
When your garden doesn’t grow,
This harvest you will never know,
Since you insist on stopping the rain.
A weeping sun is not as bright,
As when it doesn’t slightly shower,
Its beauty then is overpowered,
Till the one who hides,
Under the rain’s shield,
Picks up their cross to sail away into the night.
With this heavy cross you wander away,
Never knowing what to say,
It doesn’t make any sense,
At every scent your heart leaps,
No longer does it sleep.
It is watchful,
Yet resigned,
This heart and the cross to bear again and again is mine.
Yet it remains watchful for the next bolt of pain,
Sometimes it is not enough,
This is plain,
For even the walls crumble,
At the first rumble,
Of thunder outside.
I thought my corner of the world was perfectly designed,
This mistake to some extent is mine.
Yes, perfectly designed,
Though not with the barriers I had in mind.
The Lord gives me His true protection now,
Through his Grace I am saved.
So after all,
I’m on the ball.
For it is perfect and right,
Perfect and right,
Perfect in the eyes of the owner of day and night.
When I struggle he is there,
When I tell him he’s not being fair.
Yet he withholds from berating me for my lack of faith,
He shows me he is omnipresent and perfect.
In those people who he has caused to cross my path,
Soothing my sinful wrath,
Against things I cannot change.
I thinkof the people I miss,
Who made a fleeting passage through my life,
Never completely vanishing from my heart.
They know that I pray,
Though I’m miles away,
For them to be safe,
And to always know that a piece of my heart is theirs.
Some may not understand,
And if it is you I don’t wish to know,
But when I touch the hands,
Of the ones Who do,
May it always be true.
It is said that love can move mountains,
Strong enough to resist,
But we are weak like those clouds,
The jealous and proud,
Can move mountains too.
Yes, the clouds are weak,
When they are so heavy with rain,
Yet Sometimes The Lord Makes Them Wait,
For the release they seek.
What happens then,
The great rainstorm of course,
The one to bring the beautifully parched flowers,
Relief for their thirst.
Until the day he returns,
And if I’ve done what is necessary to earn,
The rewards above,
If they’re already there,
I will never again be separated,
From all the ones I love.
Life on earth will be like a college memory,
Only in Heaven will the hardships be forgotten,
Except for a tiny glimmer of what was,
Which will only serve,
As the cause for more celebration.
I love and respect,
Yet my hesitation to forgive and accept,
Is but another hardship on this earth.
May the clouds continue to weep on the beautiful creations known as flowers,
As I wander through this ruthless world.
I am saved, yet my life is still hard.
However, He gives me the strength,
Without measure or length,
I know he’ll help me play my part.
Beautiful I like the line the proud no nothing of bereavement well said.
This was very good. I like it very much. Keep up the good work.
This is good. The theme is reminiscent of William Blake.
Wow Bridge Soldier, it was more than awesome. And why were you scared when I had that strange mood ... did you think I would critisize it?
hahahahhaahha, Cuddly German girl! Not criticize it. Criticize unfairly! ahahahah!
The line… “I think of the people I miss, Who made a fleeting passage through my life, Never completely vanishing from my heart.”
…Are sometimes liken to gentle rains while at other times as thunderous downpours… with the both being needful for yes, if all were sunshine then so dry and parched… it is just sometimes all it takes are the gentle rains as ones gentle enter in our lives in moments unexpected giving spirit refreshment while at other times it is the thunderous downpourings that relief as it were to tired souls that a newness of life is found.
its awsom
Beautifully done, I like it a lot. Bring us more!