A Purple Rain-a poem

A Purple Rain
by me

The wind wailing, wailing high, high up in the trees
A storm billows, billows by, billowing among the eaves
And the deepest crevices…of the mountains; looming,
As they look down at the formidable earth, there tops
Reaching up into the iridescence of heavenly light that spills
Over their shining backs in rays of glorious brilliance
That fills the mind and imbues the soul with longing…to explore.

And deep within the emotions and tidal waves of earth booming
Heights lies a mine: an unknown mine that is waiting to swallow
Up the soul that dares to enter its depths in a raging twist of burning
Anger and striving passion of gases that are released from its pits.
So willing to ingest the presence of a human being whose curiosity
Cannot be restrained.

Storm clouds billow up in the distance, warning of a hunger
Deep within their chests as they trumpet loud calls that swell
In their breast and foretells of a dooming tempest. The rain begins
To beat down on the foot of the mountain…filling the basins,
Valleys, and hills with a soaking relief of courage; no longer must
They battle the calamity of death that awaits the droughts of those
Who fear going dry without any help. Without any rain.

And as the thunder calls and the lightning strikes the ground, a soft
Sort of sound fills up the surrounding sights and saturates the tempest…
permeates the danger…and animates the view above of the clouds racing
For cover as they cower among the trees and tremble, looking up at the
Stark pale blue that vanishes in a hue of mystery and wonder…
As a purple rain begins to fall.

And with it comes the sweet scents of beautiful beginnings, hidden talents,
And magnificent wonders as it learns the secrets of life all bundled up
In this clandestine world, and even inside the deepest and most formidable of holes.
Falling to the ground it laughs a joyful tune of happiness…its surrounding
cloak of joy enveloping it in arms of love and mercy reaching down from the
Heavens, caressing its face and giving it the strength to face each day.

And with gladness the mine releases its gases into the air
As the canary drops from the sky-no longer able to fly. It falls
To the ground in a heap of colorful feathers while its soul floats
The top of the unknown where all sacrificial canaries go. And bathing
The body in a beautiful iridescent ray of violet, a purple rain falls from
The clouds, silently stepping along the soaked ground, not daring
To make a peep or a sound in fear of scaring the joyful bliss…away.

With tears that form in puddles on the inundated earth and eyes
That are filled with a longing mirth to just dance and laugh in a divine
Romance of wanting…wanting for something to pervade the empty places
Inside the crevises of the hollow heart. And a purple rain cries.
Cries out in a sweet, deferential lament of fear and desperation; doubts and Discouragements, that cannot be quenched by mere strength alone, but rather by
Faith in a divine power.

Truth alone no one can muster enough valor to face each day without
A clamor of dread deepening in their souls, weighing their minds down
With thoughts of worrying fears and horrific doubts. Righteousness alone
Cannot bear the weight of a mind who tries to find their own help in midst
Of trouble. Their own feet cannot be ready without the key words of peace-
The gospel of peace-and no being cannot be equipped to face the fiery
Onslaughts of something evil without a faith in the form of a shield. Not alone.

And without a helmet to protect their head from piercing arrows that threaten
Their mind with images sent only by temptations of lust…salvation-thus-cannot
Be obtained, without a spirit of hope drawn in the etches of a sword that can
Slice and dice whatever bullet comes their way. Whatever trial fills their day.
And whatever thief threatens to steal in the night. Not alone can anything
Conquer. But by faith in a divine purpose can they conquer all.

And if they, although they are week little sheep being lead-so it seems-everyday
To the slaughter, can breech the forces that line up around the surrounding wall
And threaten to tear it down brick by brick…if they can rupture such a rift
In a seemingly impossible fissure…then they have found the secret to the
Reason behind the mountains; to the reason behind the mines, and to the reason
Behind every purpose that a soul has inside its body.

So despite every deeming doubt, and every lying tongue, and every sword
And shield, and every pointing gun, that dares to threaten the hope inside
Such a beautiful being…that dares to corrupt the soul and mind of every
Perfect and thoughtful thing…that dares to miss the wonders that are found
In even the smallest wing…of a bird, or a mind, or an atom, or a straight line…
If you dare to look past they glorious wonders. Dare not to find. The reason
Behind. Everything.
And as you, little purple rain, cry tears of despair and pain,
Remember these words: Strength without faith is fruitless, valor without
Hope is wasted, and courage without love…is nothing.



Love,
Becca =) <3