The Rain

What may be the bearing to that who do not own

Yet that we do not own we wager on everyday

Pitter splatter rain drops on the windows of our souls



Ponds, lakes, rivers, oceans

Who may walk on water?

Sink, float or swim seems no one escapes the wet

Yet who ever reaches the shore as the swim for the horizon

Deeper in shallow waters

Vanity is no lifeguard yet so many anchor with it

And to those who violently swing their arms

To keep head above water

Not even aware that they knock down

The hand of God

As he reaches out from the river bank

To save the life of ignorant humanity

So who may walk on water?

When our problems as cement boots sink us to the bottom

And our misery and sadness tie our very arms

So that we may not reach or even feel to him

Who waits on dry land

Such pretence to amphibious creatures

But drown u will

For no man can learn to swim on his own

Thou I may not deny each man his strengths

I will acknowledge that those strengths are feeble in the current of life

Waves overhead and lurking predators

Meager obstacles to the titanic human spirit u may say

Yet when all is said the titanic sank as the large piece of ruble it was

Same as to the human vessel when God is not the captain…

Captain on the voyage to beyond the grave

So many steer themselves on the path of destruction

Iceberg at every blink yet blinded by our own ignorance

How is it we do not see the wreckages on the same path we wake

Anchor in the direction and guidance of God

Let him be the wind as u reap your mainsail to journey for greener pastures

So u may one day cry out “Land!!!”

And all this from

Pitter splatter rain drops on the windows of our souls