Another storm to life
Torrential downpour splashing upon this weary ground.
Layer after layer of heavy drops
Collide with painted faces
and fastened hair.
Repeated clicks of hurried heals
Shouts for beckoned taxis
Worried, hassled glances show
A desire for dreamt-of fancies
A place of rest and warmth around the flames upon a log
A mouth silenced in rarity, completely lifted fog
Woolen layer after layer piled high and far
Trapping in the toasty heat, much like a tightly shut jar
What contentment is there here
In a place with no more sorrow
This is were we meet Him
In a place with no more striving
So do not strive and
Do not push, to find your Lover's heart
Instead have calm excitement
Wait for portraits of His art
Just wait...wait................wait.
He will meet you in that place
Where all the world's a barricade away
You'll soon be lost in arms of grace.
