Sunday, March 4, 2012

Tonight, The Slow Rain...



Tonight, the slow rain
On this low roof, 
Sounds like fire
Crackling in cut wood
Like the needle in the dead wax
Long after the last song-
The far off applause

Or like the locust’s dark swarm
In a field of dry ripe corn 
The hiss hum static
Of an old AM radio
The dusty flutter 
Of the turning pages 
Of a thousand blood colored hymnals



2 comments:

  1. fire crackling in cut wood....yessss. Love this!

    Bring the wind and bring the thunder.
    Bring the rain till I am tried.
    When it's over bring me stillness.
    Let my face reflect the sky.
    And all the grace and all the wonder
    of a peace that I can't fake--
    wide open like a lake.
    -Like a Lake, Sara Groves

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  2. Thanks Emily. Made me smile and made my day. The Sara Groves lyrics really spoke to my heart.....And all the grace and all the wonder
    of a peace that I can't fake-- wide open like a lake.

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