Not what I expected
First thought is to complain
Practice of accepting
A walk in morning rain
Gentle of the falling
Tepid be the air
Attune to the gifting
Of Spirit, breathing clear
Welcome drops embrace
Washing from above
Cleanse the need controlling
Refreshing gift of love
Wisdom of be-stilling
Immersion, let us pray
Rejoicing in the blessing
Of view, anew this day
Awakening presented
Darkness here to wain
In symphony of soul
One of mornings rain
Gentle is the lyric
Of serenating flow
Surrender to the hymn
Rhythms calling know
Scene of drawing into
Stereo’s embrace
Sound of souls formation
Lost within it’s trace
Vision of consuming
Comforting the sound
Resting into now
Peacefulness abounds
Sky devoid of color blue
The soul to ascertain
A gift bestowed today
One of gentle rain
In solitudes retreat
Encompassed in the scene
Into contemplation
Worldliness to wean
Listen now with song of heart
Caress of soul draw near
Intentional our breathing
Cleansing Spirit clear
Saturate the soil deep
Wash away past fears
Nestled in consuming love
Your inner light appear
