It is raining
Again
Big fat drops
Fall
Rain like blood
Trickles
Hits like bombs
Detonating
Trees and leaves
Quiver
From the window I
Watch
Rain like blood
Splatters
I remain
Dry
Count blessings
Unscathed
The less fortunate
Cry
Their voices
Muffled
By rain like blood
Pounding
In my ears
Sorry for such a somber poem. It is after all a dirge (a poem of lament for the dead). There have been so many senseless acts of murder and mayhem recently. The media is abuzz. And yet I am safe. I am insulated from the first hand experience. Even as far removed from the violence as I am, it touches me. I stay dry but the storm reverberates in my chest. I waffle between looking at the events from the safety of my life and hiding my eyes from the sights that flash like lightening. So as I cower in comfort I will pray for peace in this world and for peace for the victims. I pray for justice and righteous retribution as I look away to shield my heart…
A Different Perspective 
I’m afraid I often look away and fear where we are headed. Just have to leave it in the hands of God.
btw love the photo of your header.
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There is much to recommend letting go and letting God. I do however feel a certain amount of urgency to “do” something to help alleviate the pain.
My header photo was the one I took at the Smokey Mountains National Park. It was a lucky snap! I’m tickled you like it!
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Rain’s nemesis, fire, is what sends little droplets around here, of late.
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I do hope the fire is controlled and extinguished soon! I have been following your posts and am heading your way in a few minutes!
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Poignant, well-expressed, and well-written poem.
I have the same feelings you do.
And I join you in prayer.
(((HUGS)))
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I knew I was not the only one. I’m glad you could relate. Sometime prayer is the only avenue available…
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well written.
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Thanks. I appreciate the comment and compliment knowing you are swamped in commitments!
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Gotta stop and read the poetry too.
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