Praying for What Falls

In the valleys of the northwest
spring rains continue,
not from a mass of gray
like December
but dark fleeting clouds
that flatten leaves
and soak the ground
before the dry heat
of August;
the earth yearns
with every move desiring
the keen edge blunted
by my rusted faith;
pelted leaves drip
with gathering strength
as light finds its way
to my thin veined aperture
praying for what falls freely
from the passing sky.




12 Responses to “Praying for What Falls”

  1. Robin Bryant says:

    The transparency of your words open my heart wide. Let me always feel the rain and the new Life it brings forth.

  2. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don. Here, frogs are ushering in the rainy season simply “praying for what falls freely…”.
    I am not so arrogant as to say, “the rainy season is 2 months early!” The “passing sky” has its own duty. Gaia’s workers have much restorative work at hand.

  3. simple, graphlc and beautiful. Well put , thanks Don.

  4. Grant Williams says:

    This one feels like it rolled off your tongue like honey, soft pouring, unstopped out of a clean spout..

  5. Gene Latimer says:

    love the clarity, the depth… especially “the keen edge blunted
    by my rusted faith”

  6. Bill Dare says:

    You are the Gift my Friend.

  7. David Banner says:

    i am reminded of the title of my new book: LOVING IT ALL; LIVING WITH AN AWAKENED HEART. Whatever comes, I welcome it with open arms.

  8. The phrase “praying for what falls freely” reminds me how I sometimes pray for what I already have, already know, but forgot in the heat of the moment. Sitting quietly, I remember it is I who forms my world, my Universe. Standing, I walk in power that freely comes from within where my sharpened edge abides.

  9. Athena Coleman says:

    This piece is so alive! I’ve enjoyed reading and rereading it, each time feeling more refreshed, like drinking water when I really need it.

  10. Ed Haimes says:

    Don, beautiful feeling. Here in high desert Colorado, rain is a blessing. I was shingling a roof the other day in the rain and I felt so invigorated by the rain and wind. Let it rain. Thank you.

  11. Stan Grindstaff says:

    Light finds its way… 😉

  12. Visually interesting now that I’m thinking about photographing your poems. Does “this aperture” refer to eyes in your understanding of the poem?

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