"streams"

"The rain that fell a-yesterday is ruby on the roses,
Silver on the poplar leaf, and gold on willow stem;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday is silence that incloses
Holy loves when time and change shall never trouble them.
The rain that fell a-yesterday makes all the hillsides glisten,
Coral on the laurel and beryl on the grass;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday has taught the soul to listen
For whispers of eternity in all the winds that pass.
O faint-of-heart, storm-beaten, this rain will gleam tomorrow,
Flame within the columbine and jewels on the thorn,
Heaven in the forget-me-not;though sorrow now be sorrow,
Yet sorrow shall be beauty in the magical of the morn."
-Katherine lee Bates
How can a poem, thought and written down over a hundred years ago be written just for me? On the very day I needed it so? I'm so thankful for artists who walked and walk out their gifts every day. It encourages and inspires me to write more,think more,pray more and dream more....