Like water falling down to the earth
So, too, from eyes thus streaming
Water flowing, the source breaking
A rumbling felt to the very core
Flashes blinding your vision
All the same, giving light to dark
The rushing, the tension, the chaos
Beating, pouring forth with no end
Fallen to the ground looking upward
Mixed are the rain and the tears
Brokenness loud, brokenness silent
Hidden within yet poured, seen
Washed away and still left broken
Scattered, found in the passing
Left to be healed, created anew
*written moments before posting*
Grace-Filled Hope 