Walking on the Surface of Things
Rain drops clung like fireflies in the great web of life,
until they fell like little balls of light.Without awareness of beginning and ending,
it wasn’t the clouds,
it was the light that moistened the ground.In the storm with no discernible border between sky and earth,
we needed gravity to tell our feet that we walk
on the surface of things.But not You.
You are air and cloud;
You penetrate and soak;
You are earth and rock;
Your depth upholds us;
You create underground currents,
and coax manifold eruptions of life seen and unseen.While we walk on the surface of things,
We listen for You
to whisper life into being
or yell thunder into storm
or speak wisdom into fools.While we watch rain drops fall like balls of light,
You pierce and puncture to enliven the earth;
Who can know where you begin or end?“The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” *
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Beautiful. It’s good to reflect and ponder these things.
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Thanks. I was in an Asian downpour with nothing else to do but reflect and ponder. I had more of the luxury of time that day; may there be many more.
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Deep and beautiful!
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Thankyou.
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Beautiful! I especially love how you’ve made reminded the reader that even the humble raindrop is potent enough to shape and enliven this planet. Great work!
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I appreciate how we see a poem through our experience – our lens. Though I didn’t intend to give the humble raindrop more potency than it has (and you are right to say it is potent), the “you” throughout the poem is the Living God – the creator of raindrops, this planet, and the heavens. I wonder if you read it differently looking through the lens of God’s authorship of all creation? The last stanza is taken from what Jesus says in John 3:8 of the Bible. Thanks for your thoughtful comments. Shalom.
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I absolutely didn’t see it that way but what a beautiful connotation to your poem you’ve given! 👏
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Oh wow, the ending caught me off guard but not in a bad way. i love the way you were able to relate the quote to the beginning on the poem ❤
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