As The Rain Came

I was going through old files and folders when I found manuscripts I had forgotten about. This poem is one of those.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As The Rain Came

A rhythmic, steady

beating on the roof,

An ancient

timeless tribal ritual –

He’d heard before,

drumming into his soul

calming the restless spirit

for the moment,

a peacefulness

of the moment,

that was new

(or long forgotten)

As the rain came.

 

The drumming continued

pulsating endlessly,

Barely containing

the restless spirit –

The world lay still,

As memories drifted by

pulled from a heart-dug well

insignificant,

to the beauty he knew,

insignificant,

to that place in time,

that was new

(not soon forgotten)

As the rain came.

 

A rhythmic, steady,

beating on the roof,

An ancient

timeless tribal ritual –

He’d heard before,

But the drumming and the beauty

shared the soul of the restless spirit

returning the joy,

that was new

(not soon forgotten)

As the rain came.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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