Five-Minute Friday: Connect

Under the wide-open overhead spread of stars

I see Your hand stretched out, palm open

pouring out blessings in the form of rain drops

over parched land

parched heart-soil.

I watch You move

steady and in the time-beat

I must learn to keep daily;

You are purposeful,

unfolding each day with intentions

and grace.

I am awed,

unwrapping each day with clumsy hands

but willing heart.

At the end, when the sun fades behind the horizon

I stretch myself over grass

gaze up

and try to connect the dots

you've so strategically placed

in sky

and in my days.