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Each drop of rain, a tear shed for those we’ve lost, for those who are in pain, those struggling to just live. For friends who tell me they are beyond heart broken, hanging on by their fingertips. For those who aren’t sure how they’re going to pay the rent and fear the loss of life’s necessities. For all those who wait hours in cars in lines in parking lots to receive a single box of food for the week. For all those hearts in disrepair after years of abuse by those in power. For all of us…
Each drop of rain brings nourishment, is a prayer that falls to Earth, becomes earth, becomes clover and wildflowers that in turn nourish the bees and butterflies. Each drop puddled on asphalt with other drops mirrors the trees and passersby. And each drop that doesn’t draw our prayers into the Earth, evaporates into sky.
Each drop of rain, each tear, each prayer holds the mystery of healing within. The mystery we witness as our heart beats again and again. The movement of blood through our veins. The air we breathe and the fire of each exhale that rises, an offering to the greening world now rained upon.