The Return...(for Christy)
Bursting blooming, autumn looming
the hills are full and shaggy
with heather a-rain drenched, the clouds broke open
and blessed us, me and my lady.
Each drop that soaked through to our shoulders
and rose through the souls of our shoes
served as a reminder to our spirits
th'we were never far from You.
For You fill up our hearts like rain fills up our fabrics
once dried up-the tear-ducts were empty.
Is that rain on the street? Or the movements of feet?
You're turning our mourning to dancing.
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