I held the dream fast, upon my windswept brow...
As a storm threatened it's approach,
I held it with a fervor...
...so as to not forget it's depth or how it touched me now.
I let the dream slide softly away…
It was meant to be embraced for a time,
~ then shared as a Testament to live by;
An offering to Him who held all of what would come to pass.
I awakened... waves of recognition gentled through my consciousness
~Then, the rain.
It began to fall... quietly at first, like a lamb's first breath in the spring...
I had to choose...
...and so I did.
I stood unyielding, as Intensity built ...
I was purified, you could say, by the torrent:
As it beat down drenching me...
...then rolling from my skin, without a sound...
leaving me lighter somehow,
cleaner it would seem.
continuing to wash over me.
~Let it melt away the dross...
of disregard, ill-content... full of fear... and on...
so full of me...
--not any of Him--
I decide to stay here,
with He;
With He who paid for
my life -- with His own...
In it all, a promise... to wash all away...
...I stood mute, without wavering...
in the rain.
~An offering for Him who loved me;
Who makes all things new...
Even in my disheveled state of being,
in my life;
so bleak...
He made it shine
So here I will stand, with Him...
... in the rain.
by Suz 1010
