Billowing Light - an attempt at poetry

So, I don't write poetry often, but observing the pattern of the week and the weather outside, I felt compelled to write.

I feel the raindrops swelling on my eyes.
I see the green waves flowing over high.
I see the mountain breath crisping in the air.
And I feel the drowned out cloud of despair.

Yet I stand here
Not yet alone.
God's grace billows
a soft blue tone.
My heart quickens beat
as the light does not retreat
....

and the dish runs away with the spoon....

Okay, this is where I am stuck - on the very last line.

how about

and angelic whispers remind me of home.

So....

I feel the raindrops swelling on my eyes.
I see the green waves flowing over high.
I see the mountain breath crisping in the air.
And I feel the drowned out cloud of despair.

Yet I stand here
Not yet alone.
God's grace billows
a soft blue tone.
My heart quickens beat
as the light does not retreat.
And angelic whispers remind me of home.

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