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.
