Where Has the Rain Gone?

…with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby. — Langston Hughes I’d like to hear the rain again, smell the air fresh just as it begins, watch as the birds find shelter, fluff  their dewy feathers, content as I am  to just listen to the comforting thrumming, a susurration only falling waterContinue reading “Where Has the Rain Gone?”

The Holding Roots

The wizened branches of a leaf-barren tree matted thick with debris from years of standing in the ever-changing wind, keeping its mark between the long-faded gray grasses and a dark-cloud sky, and somehow I understood its post, waiting, fallow, strong but aged, a life-lived, but still some memories to come,  mature roots holding it inContinue reading “The Holding Roots”

The Surrendered Gift

Give as freely as you have received! — Matthew 10:8 We left the torn and crumpled paper  under the tree until this morning — a reminder of an anticipation that feeds a Christmas longing — to give and to receive, but it is more than an exchange of trinkets, it is the desire to relate,Continue reading “The Surrendered Gift”