Sometimes the drizzle of everyday life
Obscures our vision
Weeping down the windows
That separate from the mystery
Of joy, of peace, of grace
We see only blurred remnants
Possibilities of what might be
Deadened memories
Of what we knew to be true
That the rain nurtures
That the sun does shine
That beauty glistens in both
That the window is ours
to open wide
Embracing hope
or keep tightly closed
in the comfort of our loneliness