Saturday, June 09, 2007


The rain pelts outside my window.

It drips, like all manifestation.

Like the Spirit, gently descending to a purpose.

The waters above the heavens cry.

Cry for our hatreds, our evils, our violence.

And yet everything appears, like the rain, as if nothing.

In that place, all is well. In that state, all is right.


At 8:04 PM, Blogger bigdaddy said...

Thanks, Chris!


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