A Light Rain

This morning a light rain

woke me, speaking

in a soft murmur,

a language only the flowers

and songbirds understand.

Come to me and drink

all who are thirsty.

And hours later, I found

myself kneeling in the darkness

beside a tiny rose, its petals

drooping like tongues as droplets

of rain slid and fell to the ground.

And it was in this moment, Lord,

as I held my breath, afraid to disturb

this Holy Communion, that I realized

the cup of Salvation is offered to all.

We are all waiting for You, Lord,

the flowers, the trees, everything

that breathes and lives, waits for You,

ready to rejoice in Your presence.

Amen.

Isaiah 25:9