Poetry: Raindrops

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Raindrops upon my soul

Both gentle and hard

Drops of tears and mistakes

Pain joy and regrets.

 

Raindrops upon my soul

Both refreshing and healing

While achingly difficult.

 

The winds blow hard

Of storms I didn’t expect

But this rain upon my soul

Is neither good nor awful.

 

It’s purposes of springtime life

Dirt puddles and mud combined

Mingled raindrops on our souls

These the unfolding picture

Of our becoming whole.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

 

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