today it rained
today it rained halves
heart halves and
bushels of angel dust
from aloft.
each heart half
wafted into
outstretched arms
wafted into
uplifted faces.
each rough-edged heart
scrambled to couple
with one another.
gratefulness exploded
as hearts today
continue to connect
toughing perimeters
embracing one another
in holy oneness.
i am glad
i forgot my
umbrella.
i experience
connecting with you
and you and you
and you
yes….you.
joan 02/28/2024
The above poem emerged from a Jill Badonsky prompt, "today it is raining ________" and my Bible Study last evening that spoke strongly of community and oneness, caring and love. This early a.m. it just seemed to fit together. Strangely, "toughing" was supposed to be "touching," but the "mistake" is better, don't you think? We have to tough it out as our perimeters touch one another or, as a lady in my online poetry group remarked, "reminds me we have to work a bit harder for others to let us in." And so "toughing" remains.
