I watch the rain

After Isaiah 55

I watch the rain

steady drops without pattern

a simple profusion of atomized water

refracted by light as it falls

from white vapors, billows

the drops fall on hill

and mountain, field and

valley, so profuse that

some run off, ricocheting

into streams and rivers

flowing like words

words from the heavens

atomized into droplets of light

cast upon the mountains

and hills, freshening the fields

and valleys, a sustenance

of creation.

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Snow and rain

After Isaiah 55

Snow and rain flow

down from the mountains

down from the heavens

down to the valleys

the watering creating

the flourishing and growth

of the seed

the waters flow down

like a word or the words

that flow from the mouth

expressions of the heart

with a purpose, a plan

the mountains sing

the hills sing

the trees clap their hands

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Thirst, hunger

After Isaiah 55

A sound a word makes

a response a word evokes

the sounds and responses

of thirst and hunger and

the calls to the waters

the calls to the wine, the mind

the bread without crust

listen to the good

eat what is good

drink what is good

listen to the call

   to the immortal soul

drink the word

eat the word

drink and eat and be filled with the word

be satisfied, be restored

be replenished

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