Wildfire Rain
Rain is falling,
thrumming, steady on the deck boards as I wake in the dark.
Rain has arrived, like a nurse,
in rooms of exhaustion
plumping up the hard pillows of dry earth,
tenderly touching the burnt boards of dreams
Anointing their fallen doorways
releasing the love they surrounded,
to soak
deeply
into the aching hearts of those who are bereft.
It is like salve spread on a burning wound.
Salvation.
It is like a bowl of baptism poured over us.
It is like our tears,
grief and gratitude running down our faces.
It is who we will need to become.
Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish
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Words that hold our feelings and thoughts. Just so thankful for this gift of rain that has arrived. And for your words that say this so well.
Full of thanks here too; just had to overflow in words.
Beautifully written and so heartful. Thank you.
Thank you, Susan ~
This is beautiful Catherine. My niece and her family lost the walls, doors and windows and everything in them to fire last week. Your poem is a baptism blessing to that experience. Thank you for the words that express the blessing of rain so very well.
Oh Margie Ann, I’m so sorry to hear about your niece and her family. There’s such heart-rending in these days. The rain brought the words; I’m so glad they carry blessing.