Wednesday, May 6, 2015

May Rain

                                                In the one Spirit we were all baptized.
                                                                           1 Corinthians 12:13

The rain is touching, 
with softest fingers, 
the deep want of all
that is opening 
to be filled.

The mist-gauze air wraps round
our gaping need
like the blustery trees'
scarves of new-leafed song,
our cold hearts in a colder breeze.

All morning
the loosened bouquets of rain  
scattering over the bright-  
green aisles
of the earth.

And oh, what music? From what lavish
realm this manna
of melody dropping
down in Your unraveling 
woven love?


  1. Oh, I love the first stanza. It is intense and there is joy in that. This is a beautiful piece. You are gifted at bringing our human burdens and struggles into the natural world and opening it all to light. Love it.

    1. Thanks Amy for reading and leaving beautiful and interesting comments! I tweaked it a bit since you read it. I so love the spring rain. Hope you are enjoying the amazing day!

  2. Just reading this again... it is lovely. I'm completely waiting to hold your book of published poems in my hands. When can I expect it? !!!