Spring Morning After Rain
The air is moist, feeling
somehow both supple satin
and crisply starched linen,
and the breeze is laden
with the fragrance
of soil so scrumptious,
it invites gestation,
beckons emergence,
soaks and satisfies seeds,
rhizomes, and tubers,
who scamper into its embrace,
drenched with wonder.
Submerged and swallowing,
they at long last, rush out
to dance in the light,
under dripping trees,
who are clapping
their wet hands,
applauding the unfurling,
flamboyant flowers,
who, saturated with delight,
unpack their petals,
pirouetting, with their
heads up high.
Their time is right now,
and was patiently awaited,
long nurtured deep within.
Their gorgeous extravaganza
is witnessed and acknowledged
by the humble, steaming grass
that is growing so fast
in the misty, early sun,
flourishing too and smiling
at the soggy, saturated world.
Birds come out of hiding
to frolic, chirp and play,
feathering their nests
for their precious,
carefully guarded eggs,
within an interspersed
crescendo of tangled song.
My soul is like this
watered garden
surging with life,
ready to green and grow,
blossom and sing,
with my thirst
deeply quenched
by all this beauty,
once again,
right on time.
by Polly Castor
May 19, 2025
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Grateful! Thank you! Wow!
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How beautiful …… so grateful …. thank you Polly
Mary Baker Eddy wrote in The First Church of Christ Scientist and Miscellany:
To-day my soul can only sing and soar. An increasing sense of God’s love, omnipresence, and omnipotence enfolds me. Each day I know Him nearer, love Him more, and humbly pray to serve Him better.-
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Wonderful.
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