Rain

Tye Martin
It is the bosom of heaven becomming so full that it overflows, and all of the Earth can feel her richness. For your tears fall as anointed oil upon the sins of the land to purify and cleanse. From the portals of your very eyes flow a milk and honey that penetrates tremendously deep into the soul of her womb, to nourish the root and fertilize the barren.

It would be one's desire and longing to eternally live under your glory, becoming purged by the dew of heaven, sprouting forth into completion as the Lillie's of the valley. For it is by the weeping of your grace and mercy that the seeds of the land are ordered and ushered into nature's delivery room for birth, springing forth the joy of life.

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  • JACOB TAYLOR1/31/2008

    Tye, I love the way you personify the purging Grace of God and typify His Mercy in Rain. For we both know that had it not been for that element of God's Nature, we would have no hope in this world or the next. Thanks again for letting us in on your Glorious relationship with The ARCHITECT of The Ages.

  • Coffee Mugg1/24/2008

    Very beautiful prose, very well written. Ken

  • Kim Linton1/24/2008

    This is a stunning and insightful piece. Excellent!

  • mwtsaginaw1/23/2008

    My verse: "It's raining where Tye is at/ it's snowing where I am at/ wish I were where Tye is at!" Seriously, I agree with what Lisa Renee said. You are growing in your work. -- Mike

  • Lisa Renee.1/23/2008

    Stunning phrasing and imagery...awesome job!

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