Purging
Clouds close in as rumbles come,
flashes streak across dark sky.
Droplets grow and dance on roof,
glazing windows in steady sheets.
Tree leaves drink sweet moisture,
flowers bath in summer's burst.
Gentle breeze cools hardened ground,
greenery blooms from heavenly purge.
Blessing lowly earth with rain,
how much more precious is man?
Your mercy, peace, love and joy,
pour across our wounded souls.
Nurturing our faith and trust,
in eternal wisdom and grace.
Life's storms need to happen,
purging us to grow in God's love.
Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/20/2009