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. 💕
