Spirit of Life, breath of our breath,
moving source of all we know:
The season is changing.
Clouds scud along on gusting winds
pouring rain onto a thirsty land,
cooling and perfuming the air.
Just when we get used to rain
there is the sun
making leaves glisten
like polished gold
and raindrops glow
like pearls
in the pines.
There are glints through the trees
of something, shining brightly—
something, shining—
and then it’s gone
and there is more rain.
All is change, and change is fast…
the shining moments go
as quickly as they come
but once we’ve seen one
we know
more are possible
and then O
how we shine.
Blessed be.