The rhythm of the rain
Stalks me in the quietness
Reminding me that life
Comes in bothersome beauty
Sometimes
For hearing the rain
Is not enough for the flowers
Soaked by the downpour
Is the means to strength and growth

The rhythm of the Word
Stalks my soul in the dawn
Reminding me that life
Comes in bothersome love
Sometimes
For reading the words
Is not enough for my spirit
Drenched in the truth
Is the means to a new and robust life

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