Rain // A Poem

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Happy Wednesday, readers! Pardon the absence of a post last weekend... I was gone on a youth trip and forgot to schedule something ahead of time. ;) 

I have another poem today. Do you enjoy seeing poems on Chosen Vessels? Should I continue sporadically with them or stop throwing these cringe-worthy writings y'all's way?  




sitting on the porch 
rain pouring down 
it patters on the roofs

ringing against the metal
making pelts on the road 
soaking the grass

the dampness encompasses me 
as the storm grows 
stronger 
louder 
increasing in fury
but I don't fear it 

there's a special peace in the rain 



with rain droplets on leaves 
and trickles in gutters
it enters a dirty world 
but leaves it different 
clean
refreshed 
renewed
revived  

the same effect Christ has 
when He enters our hearts 
our dirty hearts 
sin-sick lives 
made clean 
whole 
perfected 
in His love and grace 


~*~ 


P.S. I recently found out that a friend of mine's mom is battling breast cancer. She is a blogger, and some if not all of you are probably familiar with their names, but the family doesn't wish to have that information disclosed at this time. God knows who they are, and I know your prayers would be appreciated. <3 

Comments

  1. Libby MayMay 24, 2017 at 7:50 PM

    That's a cool poem! I love how you always take the feelings and emotions of a moment and put them into staggered words that describe it exactly. Thank you for that.

    If you keep posting them, I'll keep reading them. :)

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    1. Faith P.May 25, 2017 at 2:06 PM

      Aww, thank you so much, Libby! I just scribble down whatever comes to mind, and it usually comes out pretty well. ;)

      Okay, thank you! I don't know how frequent they will be, but maybe one a month at least. :)

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  2. RebekahAshleighMay 25, 2017 at 11:47 PM

    I love your poem, Faith! It's wonderful and the picture is pretty too. :) I'd definitely enjoy reading more of your poems!

    I'll definitely be praying for the family you mentioned!

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    1. Faith P.May 26, 2017 at 10:54 AM

      Thank you so much, Rebekah! We've been getting a lot of rain lately, and it's made for some great pictures. :) Okay!

      Thank you! <3

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  3. DiwakarMay 26, 2017 at 11:56 AM

    Hello Faith. I am a Pastor from Mumbai, India. I am blessed and feel privileged and honored to get connected with you as well as know you and go through your beautiful poem on Rain. The composition brings out the message of Jesus who comes and cleanses of heart. I am blessed to go through it. I love getting connected with the people of God around the globe to be encouraged, strengthened and praying for one another. I have been in the Pastoral ministry for last 38 yrs in this great city of Mumbai a city with a gteat co ntrasts where richest of rich and the poorest of poor live.We reachout to the poorest of poor with the love of Christ to bring healing to the brokenhearted. We also encourage young and the adults from the west to come to Mumbai to work with us during their vacation time. We would love to have you come to help us in our work during your vacation time. we would love to have you come to Mumbai to work with us during your vacation time. I am sure you will have a life changing experience. My email id is: dhwankhede(at)gmail(dot)com and my name is Diwakar Wankhede. Looking forward to hear from you very soon. God's richest blessings on you, your family and friends.

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  4. Bethany R.May 27, 2017 at 7:04 PM

    Lovely poem, Faith! Keep them coming! :)

    And I know who you are referring to as far as the breast cancer. They are all in my prayers!

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    1. Faith P.May 30, 2017 at 6:25 PM

      Thank you, Bethany! :D

      You're one person I thought might know. God bless them. <3

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