The rains come and go
the sun
makes brief visits
a welcome guest amidst
the showers of June
my reluctant flowers
lazily decide to emerge from
their long sleep
and reach toward
the gray skies
green
showing and the
like a miraculous gift
flowers
bud and bloom
iris and lilacs
bottle flowers and daisies
monk's hoods and columbine
each take
their turn
delighting
some flourish
some weakly emerge
never to fully bloom
its all in the roots
and in the rain
they must be rooted
connected with the life giving soil
about to cling to and
reach deeply into the source
of all
the sacred earth
and they must be watered
by the gift of heaven
to
flourish
so too
you
and
I
this day O Lord
may I sink deeply in the ground of my being
into the richness of Your sacred presence
and may I be nourished
by your
Spirit
which waters my soul
like a spring of living water
welling up
to
eternity
this day O Lord
may be I be sufficed
with the
divine presence
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