Somehow the darkness always finds a way.
Yet the rain on my face is a blessing,
lessening the pain of too many days in the sun.
The rain on my face is a grace,
erasing the stains of so many sin-filled days in the sun.
The rain on my face creates rivers running down
my cheeks as if with tears carrying away
all the sorrows I borrowed from my past.
The rain on my face is hard and the wind is strong.
Somehow the darkness always finds a way to heal me…
But I know it won’t last long.
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Words and Photo by Jefferson Holbrook
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