Rain has come at last,
a slow, soil-soaking rain
welcomed by wilting asters
drooping marigolds
and me.
Each droplet dimples
the water in the birdbath,
each splash makes small-bird waves
that ripple out and overlap the others.
Another ripple, unseen but real,
touches and tugs me today,
a ripple of friends
who gathered last night,
an assortment of artists
soul-touched by
the grace of nonjudgment,
the freedom to discover
the art in ourselves,
to discover ourselves in our art.
A first splash rippled out years ago,
found us, overlapped us,
sent our own ripples circling wider.
Everyone washes the world
in waves that widen and overlap.
May our waves be full of
goodness and grace
to restore,
to renew hope,
to refresh
our thirsty world.
-kh-
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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