THE SPOKEN RAIN

The spoken rain.

I lay in a wet bed of raindrops

that calls me from across the Universe

filtering my pain

bringing the joy of the Light upon me.

The spoken rain.

It is seeing and hearing refined

imbuing itself in my tears

as if Gods grief is on us all.

The spoken rain.

Pouring down the face of the crucified

lending its voice to heal

there is no anguish or torment

for the echoes of its drops are of God.

The spoken rain.

Children at the window watching me

saturate myself in His blessings

understanding the spirit sublime

enforcing its Light.

The spoken rain.

Upon the hill of a wooden Cross

raining down its consciousness

a Believers paradise

washing away all of our Sin.

The spoken rain.

To the disciples and to the people

the carriage of its weight

will cleanse the entire World daily

as the feet shall attest.

The spoken rain.

Will you drink Gods water

when the Well is filled in your heart

and your soul is reborn

into a wave of His Glorious Light?

The spoken rain.

Bended knee to the Lord of our life

baptized by Him alone

the splendid World of His Kingdom

shall rain upon you.

Head to the sky- the spoken rain.