Thursday, February 6, 2014




The Rains….

The rains came.  
Bringing newness to dry land, 
Cleansing and purifying the very air we breathe.  
These are the times of refreshing.  

From deep within the sap of winter dormant trees stir, 
Trumpeting a new world a comin'. 
Tender buds,
New fruit. 

Stagnant stale winds gone  
Sounds of wailing sorrows and discontent. 
The rains came 
Bringing gentleness to my soul.

This is a glorious time to be. 
Yes, it's His faithfulness. 

(c) Debi Mason, 2014, USA