There is a dark cloud,

I hear it calling,

it knows my name,

it knows my pain

it gathers me in

a grey mist

of no returns.

Here is the struggle,

for to struggle is in vain

here is receiving

accepting , to remain

in a place of graced acceptance

even though the darkness falls,

In a place of failure

even though accusations call.

There is a gentle rain

I hear it calling,

it knows my mind

the lies that blind

it gathers me in

a torrent of love's

eternal returns.