Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Jaded

185


The rain was cold and jaded,
reflective of my mood,
that spark of joy not satisfied;
grey the sun did burn.

There was no way of standing,
which kept me truly dry,
and so we wept in unison;
nothing brought a smile.

There was in chilled ablution,
a cleansing of the soul,
washing through of misery;
the heavens made me whole.

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2 comments:

  1. Sometimes cleansing can feel miserable at first but it also wakens something up inside perhaps...like a cold shower changing the energy within

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  2. a cleansing of the soul,
    washing through of misery;
    the heavens made me whole.

    Great ending Roslyn! How appropriate that the cleansing of the soul is a cause for rejuvenating the self with help of Providence above!

    Hank

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