It is quiet right now as I sit here.
Rain has been falling and
there is the occasional rumble of thunder.
As the rain waters the parched earth,
in this moment of quiet the Spirit
quenches my parched soul.
It is time to slow down,
to be silent,
to listen to the beat of my heart,
the steady rhythm of life.
Sometimes I feel like water
rushing over the flooded plain,
always on the move,
looking for that path of least resistance
in doing so failing to see
the wonder and beauty all around.
In the colors of spring,
in the sounds of the birds,
in the laughter of a child,
all is wonder and a moment
to connect to the deeper mysteries.
As the rain comes down
two birds gather food for the nest,
they are neither rushed or disturbed,
as they quietly go along.