Signs
by Luci Shaw
In time of drought, let us be
thankful for this very gentle rain,
by Luci Shaw
In time of drought, let us be
thankful for this very gentle rain,
a gift not to be disdained
though it is little and brief,
though it is little and brief,
reaching no great depth, barely
kissing the leaves' lips. Think of it as
kissing the leaves' lips. Think of it as
mercy. Other minor blessings may
show up—tweezers for splinters,
show up—tweezers for splinters,
change for the parking meter,
a green light at the intersection,
a green light at the intersection,
a cool wind that lifts away summer's
suffocating heat. An apology after
suffocating heat. An apology after
a harsh comment. A word that opens
an unfinished poem like a key in a lock.
an unfinished poem like a key in a lock.
“Signs” by Luci Shaw from Eye of the Beholder. Paraclete Press © 2018.
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