The Raining Heart My heart is raining, yes my heart is blue. I pray for the weak man so he can grow stronger in the Spirit. I embrace the little children who are Gods' creations. From their first breath to our own last breath. I pray that they will have learned from our own precious time here on Earth. I touch so others can touch me. When I open the gates of my raining heart a weak man does grow stronger in the Spirit. When embracing all of Gods' creations I am reborn then life reproduces. Blue turns to green and the smell is refresing! The sun shines on the growing greenery then suddenly colors of blue, yellow, and red swirl together. Look! A glorious rainbow appears in the sky. The dawn of a new day mountains are in the distance. My feet walk on a Cobblestone road. Leading me to a destination. The smaller I get the more I see As my trembling hands and weak knees get me to the hillside. Bend down over a stream and drink the cool water. I lay my body and soul before Thy. My heart if no longer raining as I feel his presense. My spirit is renewed! I have been restored! This heart rains no more! Amen. Catherine Valdez Copyright 11-97Birth sign: Not entered
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