Rain Bird

A gentleman waits
nesting inside
the most secret place

of our heart
not in slumber 

or indifference 

but instead listening
for the sound of the storm

humidity, heat rises
our stickiness of words
bind to the air
seemingly trapped by the surface
the messenger finds his cue

he goes before
permeating cracks
reaching in and seeking out
Interceding
and carrying our breath 

up to the heavens

a call for rain

He draws, in sweeps
wherever he pleases
announcing the hush
a sound-
only known as washing

in a whisper

It covers and uncovers
he splashes again,
delighting to whet
       -all- 

that is thirsty
...take a drink

We join him in a new song

As co-messengers of the reign

Glistening ourselves

For his water is not just on us

But within

we precipitate back into pools

of tears and scattering sweat
-The accumulation of bubbles
that must now move.

Spilling over, we let go of form

just to touch-

to linger in his presence

and become drenched in spirit
relaxing as we spread
HIS song
of all that is true

It is HE that holds the power
and the spirit and the life
and it is HE that is revealed
in the evaporation of words

that only long to rise

and

It is HE that perceives 

and carries and catches

and soothes

then returns 

each glory filled droplet 

from which they came

More verses may be added over time... :) May it be a blessing to you.

Photo Credit: http://www.longboardmaps.com/hummers.htm