The Rain Must Fall

the rain falls

sprinkling the parched earth

first a drop

landing in the dust

there

then gone

then drops pelting the earth

until it shines

wet

with the tears of heaven

leaves glisten

and the air is pungent with the smell

of life

the breeze quickens

clean dampness

cutting through the heaviness

of hot

drought laden air

all is new

and we dance joyously

refreshed

and

then the rain is gone

the sun beats down

and all is once again

dry

and the dust once again roils beneath our feet

O Sacred one

we do not need a touch of Sacred presence

mere showers of blessing

the rain must fall

'til we are permeated

drenched

by living water

until the deep places

are once again

touched by your love and grace

and our souls

are fresh

and clean

and

alive