July 5, 2019

My Journey to God

Summer Rain

The summer rain pockmarks the face of the lake
And vanishes in steam from the road that I take.
The air’s thick with the scent of dying dust
As I make my way home and day becomes dusk.
It’s been another long day of anger and fear,
Gut-wrenching loss, heartbreak and tears.
The rumble of thunder and patter of rain
Matches my mood that’s darkened with pain.
But as I listen, God speaks to me,
Out of the shadows of the wet, dripping trees,
And I feel my pain and personal fears
Slowly wash away in the rain of God’s tears.

By M. Lynell Chamberlain
 

(M. Lynell Chamberlain is a member of St. John Paul II Parish in Sellersburg.)

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