a poem by jonathan.

by alittlelove

this resonates with my heart.
♥,
ria.

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When thunder sings her song shortly before dawn,

Some souls wake up.

Awake and bewildered, these thirsty souls listen to the symphony of rain

That calms and reassures, and beckons the listeners to join .

No more room in the back of the brain

For allowing time to entertain

The unceasing, subtle voice of doubt.

Let us now, as free as wind,

Flow like a melody in the “unforced rhythms of grace.”

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