Water Down

Gail's thought on tracing water
at the Abbey has me almost hearing
the tinkling stream ...

but here we have rain and thunder --
music to dream by,
and drink deeply,
eventually at the Abbey Well.


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THE SONG CAME DOWN

There is nothing quite like a walk in the rain,
a chance to drink in the Mother's basic gift
of ever cycled rebirth of drop of dew.

Shun society's umbrella that shields your soul.
Grab a staff of simple wood to touch the ground.
Walk amongst the trees and touch the song of Earth.
Your lover walks beside you though she be far away,
for the pulsing melody you hear is heart,
and spirit matched with Light and humanity.

Revel in the cleansing, vibrant wash of joy
as She weeps the river's tears in symphony
with hidden hope of flower song and yearnings.

Do you hear it?
Cleans your mind and soul touch.

The world's noise is masked by the drum-roll rain.
Silent softness will cushion your reflections
and allow you to hear -- yes hear the everLight.

Hear the tree bark applaud the bouncing laugh
of the singing rain, despite a fear of frost.
Feel the strum of nature's branch instruments
fill the woods with reminders of your birthing.
Acknowledge the woodwind breeze caressing kiss.
Let your proud heart sing along in wordless praise.
Run naked if you dare! Free -- free again!

It is your song too -- each dream a needed note.
It matters not if the world hears your fine voice.
Eternity will pass on that you were here …
just walking in the rain,
just because it came;
and soon a rainbow --
breathe
now just listen.