Drenched with Rain

The full blooms of pink roses hang low, bending under the weight of this vital substance

Existence
Survival

Pouring down to hidden roots anticipating  summer drought

Saturating

Sustenance

Once splendid, proud flowers forlorn and dismal as they bow  under immense pressure

Bloated

Ugly

Tenderly lifting their heads, cupped in my palm, I am stunned such beauty remains

Droplets

Weeping

Alongside an invader is gaining ground with monolithic turrets rapidly piercing the soil

Spears

Sinister

An underworld castle rising to the surface, threatening to rule the tranquil yet bedraggled garden

Relentless

Penetrating

Before this abundant watering the roses had danced in brisk breezes, like fluffy hot-pink rock and roll skirts 

Pirouettes and Parties

Ever wonder what we look like when we are drenched with Living Water from our 

Loving Gardener?

What is this dryness in my soul?  This summer time of endless drought –

Where are you my Lord?  I no longer hear Your sweet voice nor smell Your beautiful aromatic Presence.

My soul cries, Where have you gone, my Beloved?

 

As the heat continues to relentlessly pound on my weary spirit, the strain on my eyes increases as I scour the hazy horizon for just one glimpse of You.

Night brings no relief from the hammering upon this mortal frame, as the velvet darkness drops to cover me, the silver twinkling stars tantalising the mind that there is yet hope, beyond the dusty course, over the other side of sleeping time.

Dawn choruses burst forth with unexplainable vigour as I struggle to focus my tired eyes on the rising light.  I recall the many times I heard my teenaged children complaining about the racket these birds would make breaking into their dreamtime like an energetic neighbour with a rowdy chainsaw on a sleepy Sunday morning.  Now I attribute the birdsong to a conspiracy of sorts while straining to comprehend my location, checking the existence of bones against all manner of intrusion and chaos.

Where AM I?  More importantly, WHERE are YOU?

The repetitive notes from a bellbird break the trance of despair and my soul sours, singing in harmony with this winged instrument of praise.

I rise from my reclined state to search out the gift bringer but am quickly distracted on the way by a message persistently knocking at my brain; ‘coffee, coffee, coffee.’ Relinquishing my quest of applauding the song bird I turn to familiar sounds of water boiling in the electric kettle, a tinkling spoon on china mugs and successfully detoured, prepare for this morning ritual.

A brief thought pops in; how sad I lost that moment of wonder so rapidly.

 

Finally, I sit with coffee aroma wafting through the recesses of my thoughts, poking and prodding all the neurons, electrons, and any other manner of trons….until they are jumpstarted into motion.  Now fully alert I comprehend how fickle I am.  A golden opportunity to connect with the Glory of my Father was brushed aside until carnal desire was satisfied; no wonder I can’t find You!

In my encroaching sorrow, I recall rain falling during the night and lifting my eyes, survey nature beyond the veiled windows.  Washing over me now are waves of childlike glee as I rejoice in the beauty of rain drops that look like the clearest of diamonds, water poised on leaves ready to drop to the parched soil beneath, aided by the briefest yet determined gust of wind and again, my soul sings.

How wonderful You are.  I delight myself in You, in Your creativity, Your handiwork until I am saturated in Your Presence and peace descends on my whole being as I fill to overflowing, all in a mere heartbeat.  The drought has broken.  I have found You. 

But then, You were here all along, weren’t You.