In the pouring rain I stood
As a nonbeliever
The clouds above, dark brooding
Three small children promised the lady would come
Time moved slowly
Frustration brimmed at the surface
I decided to go home
Dry off
Read the paper
Once my watch reached the bottom of my pocket
The rain stopped
Clouds parted to make room for the sun
In that miraculous moment
The sun danced
It looked like a child's toy in the sky
The belief that had been long gone returned
My ties replaced with the collar
The pocket watch replaced with the Rosary
My cynicism replaced with joy for Our Lady
Nice one for the month of The Holy Rosary. I love the idea that the sun looked like a child's toy in the sky.
ReplyDeleteHello. Thank you for reading my poem and commenting. This was a beautiful surprise. May Our Lady of the Rosary pray for you.
DeleteNice one for the month of The Holy Rosary. I love the idea that the sun looked like a child's toy in the sky.
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