poem 12

[neptunecrystal]

gentle raindrops
on a late Thursday night,
the spring sky, alive with stars,
magnetizing us to the infinite,
the beyond, the mysterious unknown:
forever our companion.
and as raindrops fall,
I whisper prayers to my candle,
holding onto hope and faith,
that we all may move through
these challenging times,
and leave stronger
in our capacities
for love and connection
than when we began.
renewed by the rain,
restored under the night sky,
we prepare to live another day.