China Jon's Syncretic Journal

I was walking up this rocky path, along the mountain's side.
Then there was lightening, and thunder, and it began to rain.
It was a cold rain and I looked for a place to hide.
The wind got colder and the rain came with stinging pain.

I saw you sitting, quietly murmuring prayers of hope,
so honest, so kind, so open hearted.
That moment lingered and became forever,
and I felt my heart had found its place.
Your face turned up and the clouds departed.
Rainbows kissed your lips, and warm winds caressed my face.