Rain comes down lightly
on my closed eyes.
I lay here on the grass
and imagine Heaven crying,
because that is what
the beauty of rain is.
As the teardrops of God
trickle down my cheeks,
I realize I am not
completely alone in crying.
How many others
lie awake sobbing
in the late hours
every night?
How many cry
with Heaven's grace
feeling lost and all alone?
I know I do.
But now I find
that Heaven can cry
like I do.
A contest entry
- anything goes by Deathanddecay.
900 points, ended December 4, 2009, 26 entries
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bravo the tears of heaven is a wonderful thing to write about
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