For those of us currently enjoying a beautiful, intense storm…..
So, today, it rains. I am loving listening to the sound of it fall o the dry ground, the coolness, freshness, even the greyness of the sky and the newly soft light.
While waiting for the rain, my mind turned back to this poem. I wrote it a couple of years ago, and so the raspberries in the pictures, this year’s crop, are healthier than the ones described below. Water has been on my mind as I’ve been working on my new book on John’s gospel – water poured out as an offering, water to wash the eyes of the one born blind, water the bubbles up within you, so you are never thirsty again. That gets closer to the other kinds of thirst here, in this poem. There are many things we can be thirsty for.
The breeze stirs the raspberry patch,
the leaves with crisp yellow edges
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