It was dark and the hour late
Lights out and soundless whispers
Rolling into snores and sighs in dark homes
While the gentle rain continued to fall

A stillness fell for an eternal moment
In the heart of she who stood breathing
Alive and yet not; absorbing and reflecting
The sacredness of just Being so alive

She stepped inside and closed the door
Bringing with her the everlasting delight
Of the still, rainy, moment of bliss
And she pondered upon wonder of it all

AUTHOR: Brenda Andradzki Elliott 4/28/2015