April 15, 2018

gentle rain 4


My time of contemplation is softened by a gentle rain. My soul loves gentle rains but raging rains they stress me. I love the pattering of the raindrops on the water but not the driven rain that tests the oak trees and the sycamores. I love a whispering rain, but a thundering rain. And, at least for these few moments, I relax in a gentle rain.

They say a storm is headed this way. I do not yet hear it coming, but now and then I sense it coming. I think I am too sensitive to coming storms for so many of those storms never came. But for now, … I pray to the music of rain that means me no harm.

… I close my ears for I fear that I heard a rumble of thunder far away. I do not want that coming storm to steal away my gentle rain. No, I will love the Moment … and not let future Moments draw me away.

In His Service always,
Fr. Charitas de la Cruz

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s