Rain

I love the feeling of a warm spring rain on my face. There is a certain sweet smell and the pleasant sound of drops as they fall. Rain softens the ground, preparing it for new growth.

I can reach out my hand then close it into a fist, but I cannot grasp the rain. As hard as I try, my closed fist cannot capture it. If instead, I open my fist and reach out my hands, palms up, the rain will softly fall into them. I still cannot grasp it but I can “receive” it.

Today I desire to surrender to the sweet working of the power of God in my life. I open myself up. I reach out to him and receive the warmth of his spirit. He softens me and prepares my life for growth and fruit. It’s hard to explain, but I can’t hold his spirit with a “clenched fist”. Each day, I must open my life and look to him. One day at a time, I receive many blessings from my Higher Power.

God, reign in me!

The Most Holy Trinity

The Lover looked down
Upon the Beloved
With a burning intensity of Love.
One last long look.
Then he turned his back.
And the sky turned black.

The Beloved sought in vain
Another look of love.
Yet Love burned
On within his heart.

The Beloved looked down
Upon the beloved
With a burning intensity of Love.
One long unending look.
Then he offered his back.

Love held together
The nails and the tree.
The Beloved willing
Made the sacrifice.
The Lover consumed the offering.
With a burning intensity of Love.