My Own Path Home

And gently comes the rain
that washes off the dust
I've gathered
to clear the air again
to show me where to stand.

And gently comes the rain
to make room for the dreams
I fathom
and i shall keep my name
to trickle off the fear to find
the hand that guides me here.

And gently comes the rain
to fill the place where kindness matters
and work is not for gain but for the glory of the day.

And gently comes the rain
while outside sunlight calls to me.

Though winds may push the river, I will carve my own path home.

—me strauss Letting me be