rain

it is pouring with rain

but not cold

i still await summer

the sun on skin

i wear yellow pyjamas

to feel the rays radiate

the rain helps me meditate

so my window is open

and bells are ringing

from the church down the street

it reminds me

of my grandmother’s old home

the house across the road

from the church

she hated those bells

sent letters of complaint

but i always found comfort

in the ring ring ring

it made me sing

she thought them annoying

but i hear God

extending His hand to me

in attempt to set me free

from the misery

and show me

just how good things can be

if i let them

when i was nineteen

i wrote Him a letter

praying to be better

and now here i am

on a Sunday morning

sitting at the window

in pouring rain

life still isn’t perfect

but i’ve found joy in it again

and i think, perhaps

rejection is part of perfection

reflection supports redirection

i don’t think things need to be perfect

to have a perfect journey

growth

pain

admiring summer rain

create a perfect road to fullness

and how

i have longed

for fullness

for purpose in this earth

i am still longing

waiting

praying

and never giving up the search.

09:49am - 25/05/25