It was like rain,
the heart’s surrender
into love,
divinely tender.
It pooled around me,
formed in strands
of silver round my feet,
An ecstasy apart, we meet.
No umbrella,
nothing hidden,
shivering like
we were bidden
to come clean now,
as waters pour upon our brow.
The filaments of water fell,
We dipped and swam right out of hell.
Out of darkness, in again,
Sorrow seen as grace’s twin.
Vicki Woodyard
“Sorrow seen as grace’s twin.” — ((( xoxo )))
This is Tawanda from Smyrna eye group. I wanted to say thanks again for all the inspiration you give to others and continue to stay blessed with what you do.