Summer Poem

"God's grace drips from trees"

Such a beautiful thought, belief

My eyes are heavy from sobbing

My shoes are wet from summer showers

I see with my whole body, taking in

The lone firefly as the mountain storm

Mumbles thunder and lightening

There is a peace, a stillness in the

Unfixed like a breeze sifting a spider’s

Laced silhouette

There’s that language surrounding us

Words with no fluency

An unspoken covenant that allows

No comprehension

I say to myself, “I don’t need to think.

I just need to believe.”

The yellow farm house is too cold

For me to be inside

Instead I’ll accept the grace as the

Night rain drips on the trees,

Ripples my poem’s page, and renews

My seeking heart

6/7/2021