Friday, March 23, 2012
Spring Night Rain
Friday of the Fourth Week of Lent
May he be like rain falling on a mown field,
like showers watering the earth.
The spring rain over us through the long night, lashing lullabies on the rooftops and window panes, swaying in and out of sleep’s cradled shadow. Awakening to the music of the damp air, I become all things sublime in my smallness, just for hearing the rain's cadence against the panes; the hushed diffusion of divinity.
May nourishment smell and sound so beautiful always: our Lord emptying Himself to pour down grace endlessly. This is the way to fullness of life--to empty and fill with Him, then become the droplets of gift raining down from our brief vapors passing over the thirst of the world. May we move through the sky of Him who softly hums all the myriad greening and blossoming below.