RAINDROPS OF LIFE

As the sing song sound of sadness plays, the weary heart aches and blusters in the wind-The sad song of sorrow, hurts my soul for others, it pains me deeply, from within-yet the intricately beautiful melody of life rings in from above-The soft rapping of raindrops falling, the tears of angels weeping-The singsong sound of sadness, so I once thought, is actually the sound of love-This song of love brings the gift of life, to the earth, and all around me, it rejoices-crickets chirping, grass Swaying, gentle breezes from angels breathing, waves crashing, and birds singing-their sweet praises, their utmost for the Most High, in the heavens, far, far above-we are but living bristles on the brush of life, a masterpiece in the making-a living work of art, molded in the hands of the master painter-created for each of us on the canvas of light, which is life-a gift oh so precious, from the father of all things, who dwells in the heavens above-I give praises, my utmost for His Highest, spoken in The ancient tongue of the heart, that singsong sound, that of which, is love!