I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, October 6, 2017
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
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