Yesterday's Rain

A Nun's Past

You made the rain pours unceasingly yesterday.

Made a scene in the past to forget today.

Done destructions to rebuild,

Fragments to weld.

But you returned, forgiveness you plea.

Watering the withered plants of fantasy,

For the memory buried bloom again,

for the shattered trust be regain.

Yet, too late I've move on a long while,

Face every morning with a smile,

Knowing no sword will wound my heart,

For in Him I found the missing part.