Poem fri june 13

Rain washes all anew

Holding court along in the bed
To waking hearts pulling in many directions
-cant find this.  ( I need help)
-breakfast.       ( In hungry )
-its raining.      (Nameing what's   present)

At first I ponder, I'm not alone filled is my heart in the giving, facing 
outward , what can I offer in this world today, how can I love and let be. And 
touch another and raise up myself to the greatest good and light 
In this day
Where the 
Rain washes everything anew

I am !