Poem – “All Rain and No Thunder” – Romanticism – 1/18/2021

Waking of a near moment,
Disguised by flowers that sleep,
Of petals that weep.
Fallen of droplets to the given rain
That buries a stem,
Though raises the stigma,
Raises the face.

You leaned
To take blessing from curse,
Washed your hands
In the flying nectar.
You fed yourself the escape,
To make of your wake
The joys that curl themselves,
Fallen into ivory,
Bleeding into glory.

Rain is the blood,
Fallen from Heaven,
Descended from Christ’s veins.
Though, your forgiveness
Passes quick with the tale
Of His death.

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