Soft, gentle like
The waving
Of butterfly wings,
The rain nuzzles
The parched earth
Of my soul.
Powerful intake
Of vivifying air
Enters the
Recesses
of my heart.
And I know
My Father
Enfolds me,
His child,
In His boundless
Love.
Held Fondly
Short stories, poetry, and excerpts of God's healing
Purple Pennies 