Raw rain righteously reigns, and regains redemption...
Resounding, retaining, rationing, relishing...
Radiantly rolling, rhythmically, round and round...
Racing ruggedly, rushing, rushing...
Radioactive rehabilitation, reckoned readily...
Recognizing responsibly, regardless of relationships...
Regularly referencing the remnants of the resurrected...
Regaining rough rosy relics, reluctantly and roundaboutly...
_________________________________________
And then...
There was silence and the whole world took a bow.
For it was...
Proudly humble,
Wickedly innocent,
Rudely polite,
Maliciously benevolent.
And it continued...
remembering history,
the pretty parts, the nasty parts, and the parts that were neither.
Like a broken record, the world repeated...
the pretty parts, the nasty parts and the parts that were neither.
All of creation watched...
in horror and bemusement,
in gratitude and frustration,
in admiration and hatred,
in love and wearisomeness,
in purity and nastiness.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.