Spring Rain

The first spring rain falls from a darkened sky 
Washing away the heaviness from the air
Bringing deliverance of spirit 
Offering itself as balm for my weary heart 
Through its steady patter beyond my open window
Petrichor rising to ground me
Cool and damp air greeting too hot skin
I close my eyes
Imagining my complete surrender to it 
Making an offering of all that scars me
All that weighs so heavily on my shoulders 
I welcome this renewal 
This forgiveness
This peace
I invite this healing 
Surrender to this gentleness 
Allow this act of cleansing 
Readying my world to reawaken
Readying me to bloom again 

-gws

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Redemption

Sometimes
The simple act of cleaning a toilet
Can feel like redemption 

-gws

Do Not Confuse Grief With Guilt

A friend said to me,

“Remember you didn’t cause it.
You couldn’t have prevented it.
You have nothing to feel guilty for.
It is okay to grieve.
There is much to grieve,
But do not confuse grief with guilt.”

I did not know how much I needed
These words until they were spoken.

-gws

Dawning

Not everyday will be warmed by the sun
And not everyday will be dampened by rain
Some days we triumph
And some days we feel the sting of disappointment
Everyday dawns with infinite possibilities 
Everyday grants an unblemished fresh start 
Sit at the junction between waking and dreaming a while
And stare at the dawning of possibility
Breaking over the horizon
And when you greet the world each morning
Let the hope of infinite paths
Energize your curious being 
To discover the greatness that awaits you

-gws

Encouragement for the New Poet

A reply to an Instagram poet’s profile quote

You are everything and your words are but an opportunity to climb a tower of knowing to get to you.
Those who do not rise to the challenge to make handholds of your lyrics and footholds of your prose are the ones whose lives lack the enrichment of your visions and the music of your descriptions
They are the ones who hold nothing in their hands while you hold the world

-gws