Rain.

I am so calm, and can be still and know- all is well. That everything I am, every cell, every idea, every breathe, every moment, is because of Divine Grace.

I am nothing! Each of us is nothing- nothing without the spark of new life; that endless, eternal touch, that lit, and was re-lit, with each new life and form, within us, all around us, as we took our first breathe in this new life- now.

How marvelous! How poetic!! How every breathe, is a song of thanks- an unforgiving, never-ceasing loop of love.

Love is all.

It is creation- it is the fuel for fiery passion. It cares not for roads, or rules, but rhyme, rosebuds, and the remedial reminder in rain.

Mid-November 2020.