A LIGHT RAIN
A light rain sprawls itself over
The green blanket of the holler Dragging down the morning fog To rest upon the tobacco beds Again I find myself Winding down the blue grass mountains Stumbling into prayer Watching the mortar of my walls Crack and shatter The whisper says “Let go, let the Lord work” A light rain sprawls itself over The flesh of my face Dragging down the blanket of fears To rest upon the bed of my heart They gently rustle in the breeze of my soul Shaped by God’s hands The edges smooth to a soft roll Like the hills so abundantly Given me in the blessings Of Kentucky © Joseph P. Shiel, lll |