Collecting Rain In the Low Light

So many days she waited in the low light collecting rain
That by itself represented what you could not see
Changing the world of distant shadows
With fingers that have written
Threads of destiny

Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun
From those woodlands of her dreams
Where a raging fire in her soul
Only just begun

She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired
Knowing she was a just a kiss of worship
Who carried her fleeting mist
In her heart’s desire

A song of meditation now lies where she once stood
Collecting rain there in the low light so patiently
Each measure is divided by a heartbeat
And is rewritten every day
As our destiny

Author's Note

Finding hope and optimism once again..............

Reviews

[Helen]

What I found intriguing was the footnote to these beautiful words... " Finding hope and optimism once again...."

yet these words

"Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun"

It's like she is drawing it all to divest outside herself, she can't use it but others can...

And then...

"She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired"

Still she is waiting, anticipating....

Until the end, then it all makes sense

Beautiful Neva, stunning beyond belief! This left me with that small catch in my breath, you know, when you've continued to breath in and in and then you can finally let it go...

[Skateprincess]

I love this poem the visuals are wonderful as always.

[Clay Feet]

Your song is beautiful, Neva. It serves as both food and feed. Sustenance seeps from your heartbeats measured on the continuing score of your life. Your song contains pain of the past and hope for the future...scribed now with patience scattered about the seedling leaves receiving raindrops of life that you give while walking amongst them. Your song is filled with hopeful knowledge that the leaves will grow, and your heart is light and burning bright from admiring faces that you have fed with your diffusion of love. Your heartbeat is strong yet gentle. Your song is soulful and sweet.

Hope and optimism are priceless gems. Hold tight to them, gentle Neva.

Beautiful dreaming.

[Hayley]

This is free flowing and pure. I think newfound hope and optimism, as you say, is always pure and a sense of inspiration, though it is always a long journey as well. Excellent :)

[Pebbles]

truely beautiful Neva ..........may your hope and optimism be in free flow x x

[Audrey Howitt]

You must have both a lot of heart and the inner strength of a lion. Beautifully written. My first read of the day and what a pleasure it was!

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loving the title..love the extraordinary way to describe hope..it's beautiful

[☯]

Such a beautiful and inspiring poem. You have once again captured the magical essence of light and hopefulness. Amazing write :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a real stunner. It is truly amazing how such a battered soul could still find enough strength to shower anything with love....but somehow..love never dies.

[harley]

it was an amazing work of art. i totally loved the rhtym of your poetry. as always with ur works u have captured my soul

[Alicia Hirshey]

I absolutely love this. Great job.