Yet God

Rain as a form of His love.
Flood as a surge of heartbreak.
Wings as sign of care.
Olive leaf signifies security.

My sorrow and bitterness came from the heat of summer.
My fear were ignited by loud and crashing thunders.
The painful moments were realized by just looking at the cieling.
The lone tears were cascading by clutching my evening pillow.

My shame was from uncomfortable honesty.
My guilt started from the things I never tried to deal.
The pretend and mask were put on to cover an endless nightmare.
Secrets had me banging doors and walking out.
Torments were engraved in paper with nail marks.

Yet God met me right where I was.
During my silent screams and cries.
His miracle were heared from the single dew or His warmth from the scent of coffee.
It was awful, regretful and unpleasant.
His touch were when I admit I was vulnerable.

The shoulder bump was from a stilled voice.
The back scratch were the simple and uncanny efforts.
The lullaby are from the voiceless prayer.
His answers comes with many form....
The egg roll, red curtain or the ceramic vase.
Usual things with usual purpose but was exactly made for such length.