“Saplings Can Grow Tall”

It  rained for many days, it would not cease,                                      till my spirit stopped crying on the inside.

My emotional cleanse as I make amends, as the heavens wept with me. Nourishment to the earth; a slave to my soul.
Drops of stinging purity make me whole.

God told me you were hurting too, as I watched his rain fall upon you. You cursed the moisture with your bitterness.
No umbrella for your shelter.
A saturation and down pour of your own despair,
and all along God was standing right there.

This was the wettest of all seasons;
many lessons,
many reasons.
Much growth needed for us all.
The kind of growth that makes the sapling grow so very tall.

-T. Webb