drops from above

“I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy;

 it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.” 

― Julia Glass, Three Junes

Tiny drops of Love dew
falling from somewhere
up there
way up there
from I don't know where
falling like  baptismal midst 
over me 
but
yet
sprinkling over the world all at the same time.

It lands
clings onto things
seeps deep down into the thirsty ground
offers cool refreshment
and
yet 
at times comes in such waves
that crash and beat and disrupt
soaking everything in Its path.

It sneaks upon us humans
when we least expect at times
anointing us with
a touch from above.
Some days
we barely even notice IT...
hardly notice that cool drop hitting our head
don't even sense  IT's presence as it runs down 
the side of our face
and drips to the ground or some other surface that gets in the way.
but
yet
there are other times in our lives
when it comes
just in the nick of time
just when we think
we might get blown away with the next Spirit wind
because we've become so dry....
IT comes
mixing in the cracks of our parched soul
covering
quenching us if you will.

Still other times
IT 
comes
in stormy crashes 
washing over us
shaking us up
blowing us around
waking us from our spiritual desert
Resurrecting us if you.

Rain,
IT comes
Rain 
IT is

Spiritual drops
of
LOVE
reclaiming us
reconnecting
reviving us.

may the rain that comes
remind you
of Whose 
you are
and 
refresh 
you.

Happy Wednesday....

The Radical rambler