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THROUGH THE POURING RAIN*
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JOURNAL #36 'Through The Pouring Rain'
to you
I came
I walked along a corridor
lit to my eyes by God
and came upon
the remarkable interior
of you
your patch work life I read
in poem upon poem
the threads to the soul
of the writer
stitched together for me
the fabric of grace in the darkness
bringing to me a longing
to snap on the lights myself for you
as I am one always to live
by the purity of shining light
upon the dark
and bringing the dullness of darkness
out into the vibrancy of thorough living
even in the shadows
their corners can be lit
the beauty of what always is
can never be long covered up
for we are all amazing beings
living in simple fallible structures
an illusionary world that we can
touch and feel so we believe
with these fallible bodies
that this now is the ultra real
when in reality it is a far lesser
fabrication of an even more
real and more beautiful place
that our souls eternally belong to
life by comparison is a fun house
of mirrors
in many ways
your Al Stewart said best
'things that we rely on are things
that don't last'
the materials of this life I do enjoy
from time to time
its part of that beauty of being human
but I know that they are just meaningless
objects to the ever evolving soul
its the loves we encounter and the lessons
we share
and the lives that we touch
that matters the most
and now you and I find ourselves standing
together no matter how far apart
two hands grasping the same life line
the one God himself threw out to both of us
I ponder, through him did I reach out to you first
or did you reach out to me not yet knowing me
in this form through your poem about God
a poem that only a very deep woman
who loves God unbelievably much would respond to
I am bamboozled by the bigness of all of this
it likely always was far more than it originally seemed
but my blessed innate goodness convinced me
to suspend my stunned disbelief and
give this punch drunk, mad rambling over excited man a chance
and allow myself too, the time needed to get to know him
its like this madness for your love
my silly trembling heart can not support
I'm Albert Brooks' character in Broadcast News
I'm so happy I should just shut up and enjoy it!
I just now got your text
with a few words you make me smile and in
the same heart swelling moment want to just
run into your arms and kiss you near half to death..............
(Nov. 9, 2009 406am)
