Downspout

Rain comes down
Not every day
But it does come
Sometimes more often than I might like

And under my downspout
I have a watering can
Because when it isn't raining
A very small person likes to wander the yard
Blessing the flowers with water

And in this way
I keep water handy for her
To help her in her mission
And help make the world more beautiful
One drop at a time

May all of our dark rainy days
And all of our sadness
Be similarly transformed into moments
Of sharing and joy

Blessings
LE

God bends down

God bends down and digs in the dirt
He probes in the earth around the roots of his planting.
Is the soil moist enough?
It's not too moist, is it?
Is it loose enough?
Dirt clings in the cracks of his fingers.
The warm sun beats down.
A light breeze blows.
God surveys his planting.
He prunes it back a little.
Is it hardy enough?
Will it withstand the heat to come?
Will it live through the cold?
God thinks so.
God has planted well.