The sounds of sadness sung in shadows,
sobs that serenade sorrows in the night,
heart beats that pain writes in suffering,
every pleas that the wind carries,
which ears never know.
It all is heard in heaven
as showers spill divine love
over the ways of life that harm,
no single act kept a secret
from His omniscient eyes.
Freedom bequeathed to mortal hands,
means the creator gazes at our choices,
grieving when evil is in the grasp,
for He knows we missed His lessons,
spread in the stunning spectacle of earth and sky
and the messages that creatures share
by their intuitive expressions.
God in His forgiveness rains mercy upon they day,
bringing blessing in the downfalls of His grace,
but some are too busy holding umbrellas
to ever accept the moisture He so freely gives.
Author notes
Prompt:
The rain is gods tears for us.
A contest entry
- The rain is gods tears for us. by blood.stained.tears.
400 points, ended May 11, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Each time I read one of your poems I'm reminded why you have so many pretty cups on your page. Your talent is amazing. Good luck in the contest.
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This is beyond words! What a great take on the prompt! I love this! I tell you, somedays, it is the rain that keeps me going.. rain drop kisses, like I like to think of them
Wonderful job bubs!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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Oh my goodness, those last two lines are wonderful truths. It is the case for so many - for everyone at one time or another.
Lovely work with this prompt.
I enjoyed this very much. ~Pamela
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i liked it, the take on the prompt was wonderful, it was a beautiful poem and i thought the last two lines were amazing, "but some are too busy holding umbrellas
to ever accept the moisture He so freely gives." like i said before, beautiful,
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