“The full soul loathes a honeycomb, but to the hungry every bitter thing is sweet.” Pr 27:6
Heal
Rain falls on parched land
The sound of it comforts
Healing and restoring all that is withered
It quiets my restless soul
Rain beats down on sated land
Pouring into streets
Rushing its way into houses
As foundations crumble
And rooms are stained
With remnants of too-soon memories
The same rain heals and destroys
Is there not one who does not need healing
The place God is found so all else can go
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Five Minute Friday
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Oh, Mary! Those last two lines made me stop. Completely. The truth speaks silent shouts. Thank you for capturing such poignant words. Beautiful. Your FMF neighbor (#50). Have a restful weekend.
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Thanks Christina for visiting!
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Hi, Mary. What a thoughtful post about the extreme qualities of water. Such an interesting take on the word “heal.” THIS: “The sound of it comforts Healing and restoring all that is withered It quiets my restless soul”
So nice to meet you,
Shauna (Your neighbour down the street in FMF#55. 🙂
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Thank you Shauna, for visiting!
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