Ice Cream Drips

 Same pants, different weather. Light blue jeans, 

chocolate ice cream trickling down.

Weird and stagnant conversation.

Empty, purposeless, different than before.

Hard to trust, not a good feeling, bringing back bad memories.

Drip, drip on the ground. Messy.

 Not as delicious or interesting. Boring facade, all melting down. 

It's clear as day, pounding like the rain. 

Like the day you met me.

 Sprinkling rain and crowded cafe,

 trying to make your way. 

It's melting. I see it now, going down the drain. 

The sun is out and no more rain. 

No more hiding. 

God's behind me, making a way. 

Seeing me drink coffee. Eating chocolate ice cream

 and Chinese stew. It's a waste, didn't taste. 

It's no good, move on, get a clue.  

Give me a clue, my old blog title.

 Reminds me of art and paintings, saw last weekend. 

It felt like a breath of fresh air. Springtime in the air. 

No more clouds, no more rain clouds, no more mystery clouds. 

It's all clear. Clear to me, with God's love shining down on me.

Have no fear. Wipe out bad memories. 

No more turbulences, mending disturbances. 

God is protecting me

 through and through. 

Same jeans, different weather. 

Same pants, different feeling. 

God, I'm grateful for showing me all that's

 in my life and I how I can serve, love and care. 

There is a lot on the inside to bare. Like the ice cream,

 drip, drip, drip. Like the rain, drip, drip, drip.

 Somehow there's pain. But a lot to gain. 

Another stain, which feels so lame. 

Why does this seem to happen so?

 Only God knows. 

And look another rainbow.

As I walk to my car, feel peace. Feel freedom. 

Only God knows.