“It’s like rain on your wedding day…”
when once upon a time, when man depended on the sweat of his own brow,
the working of the very ground from whence he came;
once upon a time, in an agricultural society, long before cars and trains;
rain used to be a sign of good fortune,
significant of wealth and abundance,
But no more.
No more do we recognize the tears of Heaven
for what they really are…
the protagonist of growth.
We strive against what feeds us, and we are stunted, dwarfed in our efforts.
...and although "April showers bring May flowers..."
and rain intoxicates rock hard terra
kissing virgin earth
as she blushes Irish-green,
we pout and wish away steel grey clouds, from the moment they appear.
“Rain, rain go away…”
and we shrivel up and die.
“It takes both sunshine and rain to make a rainbow.”
Yet we want sunshine everyday, and we want our rainbow with a pot of gold too.
Heaven’s forehead furrows, eyebrows wrinkled and furies a storm
we cower afraid of churning sky,
afraid of what damage the storm may leave
what change it’s winds may bring.
Shaking our heads, “NO!” resisting help from Heaven,
but it insists against our kicks and screams, prying
mouth open with rubber-coated spoon of steamed peas.
Then sunshine shatters now-blacker clouds
a column-beam of tangible light
breaking beyond billows, teary fears,
until prisms sparkle promise
an arc of hope to remind us
that He is at the end of our storm
and He is better than gold.
My teaching, let it fall like a gentle rain,
my words arrive like morning dew,
Like a sprinkling rain on new grass,
like spring showers on the garden. Deut 32
210. Having my phone break down…Yay! quiet time!
213. a peaceful Preparation Day.
216. Date with husband to Hunger Games.
217. Phone fixed!