Like Cleansing Rain
Such contemplating that the
poets do.
They sing of God, our spirits
to renew.
With Mother Nature often
they’re in tune
And offer up their verse to
sun and moon.
They praise the sunset over a
blue lake
While pondering man’s
purpose, and they ache. . .
They ache for all that earth
can never be,
For dreams they’ve lost, and
for humanity.
And when they ache, their
words are filled with pain
Which pour out from their
soul like cleansing rain!
Andrea Dietrich grew up in
Iowa and now resides in Utah with a spouse and two cats. She has two grown
children and six grandchildren. Having graduated BYU with a Spanish major/ESL
minor, she has spent most of her adult life teaching. It wasn't until 2000 that
she began writing in earnest and discovering her "niche" as a writer
of lyrical poetry. The internet opened up a new world for her, and she has
spent nearly a decade now participating in poetry clubs, acting as a judge of
poetry contests for various magazines and for the website Shadow Poetry.
Andrea,
ReplyDeleteIt was a joy to read and meditate upon "Like Cleansing Rain." Thank you for sharing this delight. Continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Dear Andrea,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the message of this poem. We poets DO contemplate!
Blessings,
Michael
Beautiful description of poets. I have known you for your whole journey as a poet.
ReplyDeleteA real privelige. Hugs, SuZ
I really love this one Andrea! I missed it. I was trying to navigate this site and somehow I just came across it. It is beautiful to think of rain as cleansing, as truly it is! Blessings, Connie
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