Rain

There is something profound in the solemnity of the rain. Something deep, and inspiring in its constance. It makes me think of true good friendship, a concept that has until only recently alluded me entirely. What is is in the presence of true beauty that brings on such peace, what in truth that sheds so brilliant a light on darkness? I hear the quite drops as they cascade off the roof and paint a pictures for me. We spend our lives having a hundred million trivial friendships bounce of of us, soaking our surface, but we are like the dry soil in a pot, and people slide right away. I have heard it said that friendship is a single soul in two bodies. I don't know if that is true, but as I delve progressively deeper into this I have grown this all encompassing sense of oneness. Oneness born through shared time, unity of ministry, depth of conversation, and shedding of tears. It is as though with ever hour spent, every life changed, every word spoken, and every time I listen to a heart, that I become more whole. That somehow the creator of all things is revealing to me what He has to show me about myself through these six amazing lives. I feel so at home, right now, so blessed, and loved. And as I write I have begun to notice that my tears have melded with the rain, and a metaphorical state has all of a sudden ascertained reality. I am no longer a stone, skipping on the surface of the water. I am a child of Christ, and am made to have love, for myself and others. And in this moment I feel drenched, like peat, and it warms my spirit, and feeds my soul. And in this ground I can grow, in this spirit, His Spirit I feel as though I am ready to produce good fruit.

“You have one way, and I have another, but we're seeking shelter like sister and brother. Through the winter and through the summer, like an angel we'll fly far away... Cross the road and to the Light, until One angel we have become”

-Burlap to Cashmere “Eileen's Song”