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You are missing something.
Right now. This minute.
It's your life.
What happens when you are doing something else.
The bloom opening between breaths.
The tap of first rain.
Silent minutes that neglect to announce their passing.
They belonged to you,
gifts showered one by one.
You were meant to pick them up,
smell each in its turn,
let it run down your hand and arm
until it becomes only cool shine,
and makes room for more.
I sometimes fear that, having ignored too many little drops,
I how hear only the crash of life's wave,
bearing down, almost to shore.
But I looked up today,
and it came.
The one drop.
Fragrant, cool, sweet with washing.
This one, I kept, and savored,
remembering that the waterfall would never roar
if each droplet, in its turn, did not fall.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfall.--Psalm 42:7
A lovely poem about not missing out on the beauty and wonder right in front of us. Thank you!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Elise--I didn't know it was a poem, but well, I guess it could be. Anyway, thanks for stopping by!
DeleteThank you for the reminder about how one droplet combines with many to make a waterfall so do each of the little moments of life... a gift from God...really love your poem :)
ReplyDeleteAnd here, at this stage of my life, well, I think they've become a river...
DeleteThis is such a good reminder to me during these days of summer, the time of year that gets too crowded and I can end up so distracted I miss today---the day, the hours, the beautiful individual minutes. Purposing not to miss them today. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sylvia. Yes. the beautiful individual minutes. So good to hear from you.
DeleteJoanne--this was be-you-tiful. I love that scripture in Ps. 42. Living water--oh, Jesus, keep us thirsty.
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