Heaven’s Rain

Heaven’s rain can wash away memories in dust

The prints where once stood man or beast in battle or in thought

Stories flow through furrowed ground, feeding flowers and rust

A flood to cleanse the soiled souls of landscapes we once sought

And not unlike this drink of peace, her smile clears my mind

A wave that washes o’er my eyes like tears I need not cry

No greater gift can any man hope to ever find

Then pure affection from an angel who chooses not to fly

And though her wings may hide behind a visage humbly worn

There’s no divine nor God-anointed sight one needs to see

That in her heart lies sacred love through which the veil’s torn

And in her eyes is peace and strength no other woman keeps

In her lips lie words that speak of life as if in song

And in her hands she holds caresses fit for any king

Any man who looks to be her ruler sees her wrong

For angels bow to no one but the God of everything

But I can see an angel who is not in search of rule

Rather one who does deserve the best of trust and faith

From a heart that knows not how to trap her like a fool

But one that holds her close in times when she needs to be safe

And so like waves of holy water washing down on me

This angel pours across my life and cleanses me from pain

She is beauty, she is hope, she is pure and free

And I’m thankful when I hold her as we dance in heaven’s rain