Consider the blade of grass
A single dew drop slowly
Tracking toward the root
...
She comes to me by moonlight
In the cool whispers of morning
I hear her voice echoing down
Moon-splashed mountains
...
And when the snows of winter came
When the birds had flown away
In the middle of a long lonely night
Her memory came to him.
...
A Dew Drop
Consider the blade of grass
A single dew drop slowly
Tracking toward the root
The dew drop
A sign of promise
Of life giving sustenance
The food of rebirth
A giftfrom the heavens
andan outward sign of
promiseof truth and goodness.
Watch the rainbow
glint its colors as the
sun shines through its
crystal water
Again the promise
of new life
of redemption
The waters of life
Rebaptizing the earth
and all Her living things
Giving life and sustenance.