THE RAIN.

The Rain

Everything is etched in time, just like

The shadow of the world as it bends in

The rain.  Rain patters on my window

And it is wintertime.  Where it is supposed

To be snowing but it isn’t, and the birds

Have come back and the weather is warming.

Suddenly things become perpetually sunny,

And the warmth is on my back and I go outside,

Letting the warmth sink in me.  It has finally

Stopped raining and I think this is what it

Must feel like to be in God’s perpetual

Creation, forming things every second of

Every minute of every day, listening to the

Rhythm of every heartbeat, listening for

Perpetual reason.  There is a reason for everything

I guess, just like there is a reason for rain.

The rain is there, and it starts again, and the sun

Goes back behind the cloud, but the memory of

The warmth touches me, shatters me in its

Stillness, and I am a whole being, always

Waiting to be reborn.