The Next Dry Spell

 

The Next Dry Spell

The rain is falling gently,

cleansing the air, the ground

and my soul.

I’ve just experienced an awfully dry season,

both inside and out.

I need nourishment that only a

cool, long drink of water

can provide.

Slow, gentle drops,

sinking in,

filling up my reservoir

for the next dry season.

And so it is, Lord.

digging deep,

I immerse myself in Your words.

I hang onto the last stanza

of a worship song,

offering up praise to You.

I hug my family and friends

just a little tighter than usual

during our goodbyes.

Treasuring, storing and preparing

for the next dry spell

that shall surely come.

by

Delores Brouillette Adams

 

(Psalms 45:1) To the Chief Musician. Set to “The Lilies.” A Contemplation of the Sons of Korah. A Song of Love. My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

 

 

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