I do not consider myself a poet at all. I’ve only written a few rhyming poems but never one like this…whatever this is. I was trying to find a way to express what happens to me in the shower. So here goes…….
Tears in the shower by Tanya Nemley
In the morning I climb into my confessional, my shower.
The sound of the warm water falling calms my soul.
I begin to sense things that are pressing down on me in my heart.
As my thoughts travel into my soul, the things that have been troubling me are indeed lurking there.
The cascading water relaxes my soul, and the essence of my thoughts begin to float to the surface.
I call out to God and before I know it my deepest concerns are now before Him.
The shower water on my face turns into salty water mixed with shower water.
There is now a deluge of water pouring down not only from the water company but from present person showering.
As the Holy Spirit reveals the truth of my soul the salty water flows even more.
The cleansing has begun. I don’t even need a tissue as the shower water washes away the salty water.
Who can hear me? Who knows this is even happening to me at this moment? My private thoughts are safely confined in my spirit man only to be revealed to the creator.
Can the waters wash life’s living away?
It is an emotionally intimate time in one day of my present life.
My needs and feelings are completely exposed to me now. I didn’t know that they could float to the surface in that way.
I thought I had them well covered up so I could fool myself into believing that I am handling everything.
I had to acquiesce to these revelations about myself and humble myself before the good shepherd.
I need this shower session to continue! After a time of meditation and confession I can finally now only taste fresh water running down my cheeks. A healing has taken place. My soul has been purified from my repentance and acknowledgment that I am in need of the masters help and support.
I experience a refreshing as I continue with my original purpose for this shower, which is to be clean.
I anxiously wait for my next unexpected time of…” tears in the shower.”
It occurs almost every time I shower these days as life can be quite challenging.
I look forward to one day permanently having my tears wiped away.
One day there will never again be a need for “tears in the shower!” Praise the lord!!!
God Speaks I Listen 