There was this rain in the night:
big, splashing drops on the sill,
small, silent drops on the sheets.
There was this arc of gold at dawn
light and hope mingling with friends
the green leaves still fresh.
There was this Love pervading,
a current below the bittersweetness
of having to say goodbye,
of "the end" and trembling curtains
There was this gratitude,
this list of a day just begun
that He used to save her.
thunderstorms, sunrises, hard goodbyes, new beginnings, green and grey, no greater Love.
Linking up with Ann Voskamp for Multitudes on Mondays