Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Touched by the Same Rain”

(Sight or no sight, we’re all touched by the same grace.)

As dew drops gather on the windowpane,

I gather my thoughts like a game.

With one thought for each little drop,

My mind is a puzzle that just won’t stop.

For every thought that comes to mind,

Can never be seen by someone blind.

Yet they can touch and feel like I can see,

Knowing life’s the same for them and me.

For the feel of dew of the gentle rain

Has managed to keep them quite sane.

Though the window of sight closed by God,

He still has a grip on that evil rod.

Making the dew drops feel so real,

We all carry the thoughts of the puzzle at our heel.

As the dew drops dry and sun will fade,

God has made us equal in every shade.

Live like the gentle dew drops of rain

And don’t cry or complain.

As the sun will dry the dew away,

And God will give us mercy for another day.

Authors note:

Sight or no sight, puzzle or clarity, sorrow or mercy — we’re all touched by the same grace.