Finding a place of personal magic and hoping it won't change. |
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A Prayer for RainA reflective thought in quiet timesProgress not being quite so much a matter of things accomplished, as fulfillments promised to myself, unwrapped carefully like cherished gifts A world of expectation washed away, permission granted to drain the pond New waters curl around these rocks, while slowly, ever so slowly, sharp edges wear and smooth to fit This gentle wearing away takes time It comes no faster than it comes, leaving me to dream a while, with hopes the waters don’t recede and meanwhile pray for rain |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
