Grace like Rain

The billowing clouds drifted through the baby blue abyss of painted water colors spread across the new spring skies. Faith sat upon the tailend of every gentle breeze and hope itself warmed the soul like the beaming mid afternoon sun glaring with life and promises within its dispersed radiance.

But the rain, oh the glorious rain, it was not water droplets that fell from the skies but grace itself overflowed from the eyes of emotions and I was saturated with grace like rain.

The colors of the sky melted as the dampness fell upon the vivid colors, washing them until they muted. The colors were long gone but somehow the vibrancy remained. With every rustle of the cool breeze between the fallen willow branches hope whispered through the whistling of the wild winds.

Peace was at my feet, pressed against my bare flesh with every step, peace as abundant and as plush emerald green blades of grass tickling my toes. When my eyes looked twards the heaven and the gems met the vast universe above. That is when I first saw love. Looking to the throne He sat in a midst of glorious angels in song.

Every last breath pushed a breeze of faith. Every tears shed poured out grace like rain. Every broken branch allowed hope to whisper through the bark, and every time my feet could go not one more step it was peace that got them home.

The cross stands reaching twards the heavens just as my prayers. In the silence, my answer will be whispered as softly as the wind through my golden locks. For now I will kneel on peace, breath in faith, warm with hope, soak in grace and love with all I have.