a little rain

It rained last night

A rare gift in a very dry summer

Everything is fresh

And new

The air is clean, the leaves gleam

The dust is settled

The grass is showing signs of life

In moments like this

Awash with freshness

That powerful images of renewal

Make total sense

So often Sacred Presence is symbolized by

Springs of living water

Streams in the desert

Foot washing

Rain

The Sacred drenching us with presence and love

Cooling, enlivening

Cleaning, refreshing

Greening

Think of it how you will

This morning I walked

I started knee deep in dust and destruction

A small human being with a lot of power

Had just trashed a lot of valuable human beings with no power

(Think Puerto Rico)

Proving how destructive spiritual, emotional, and relational smallness can be

I was burning

(OK I still am, but its better)

But as I walked I was reminded

That after the drought, the rains usually come

After the heat, the coolness

Brown turns to green

And even that destroyed by fire or wind,

Or even human careless, can become restored.

I believe in the Sacred

I believe in the power of love

But I now know, more than ever before

That unless people of faith, people with big souls

Let the Sacred move within them, and then from them

Unless we start getting involved in countering what is coming

Out of greed, and hate and smallness

Our world will become more of a living hell than it is right now

O Sacred one

Pour out your power in these days

For the small have gained the seats of power

And all those things you hate, greed, selfishness, cruelty, brutality, racism

Are being promoted

We need a little rain

We need a lot of rain

To wash away that which would smother and destroy