Truth in Rain

Yesterday's rain showers inspired this poem in me:

Truth
Is in the rain
That dries her tears
Upon the earth

Her wet eyes
Mixes with brown
And green leaves sprout
Where rain soaks down

Showers in the eve
Tear drops on leaves
Cold wet truth
Patters softly
Downpour truth

Writing in the Dark

To write with a degree of conviction, passion, and heart, is sometimes the most difficult thing to do. But it is the most necessary and important part of a writer's life.

In the darkness, in the middle of the night, when sleep fails me, I think of my life. I think of my legacy. I think on what I have done and what I have not done. I wonder on that final day, when I give my account to God, what will I say? What good things could I utter about my life? Since I was young, I feared missing God. I was afraid He would not accept me. I am afraid I've missed the mark. Day after day without end. So far away and so distant. Will I ever reach the shores of eternal life? What makes others so certain they will make it? When I see them, I am in awe. Perhaps God is with them.

I bow my head and pray for mercy each night. I have no assurance. I am not sure if I am swimming closer to the light or drowning in darkness. This terrifies me as I try to sleep. There is little sleep when I lay in judgment of myself. And yet, the hope that He still loves me, wills me evermore. And I am blessed to see the sunrise again. The daylight melts away all darkness. The opportunity to start anew is the greatest gift. New life begins each morning.