Jan 9, 2013
Rhythm of The Rain
The rain's rhythm drums softly on the house. Soft, steady, its crescendo has passed, gentle drops remain.
I wonder what it is about the rain that allows it to simultaneously cause a swell in creative energy and exhausting emotions. How does the mere sound of rain, in one instant, throw open possibilities and new insights, yet in the next, leave one with a heavy, burdened heart? With the changing rhythm, come the changing emotions, the changing thoughts.
I am worn, heavy hearted, yet filled with hope and expectation. Yet how can that be? How can the two remain in the other's presence? Is it the meeting of flesh and spirit? Is it that I am here, in this mortal body, while the longing for eternity whispers within?
Could it be that it is simply the time of year? It is a time that wraps both joy and sorrow tightly together, bound for as long as my feet set down on this earth. The new year has begun, and with it new hopes, new dreams, new goals have been birthed. Yet. Memories past spring forward, especially on a day decorated with overcast skies and the sound of rain. They are memories that hold both beauty and pain. They are memories that I want to hold tightly onto and also cast away, wishing they were not a part of reality. Memories that take my breath away.
Tears begin to fall to the rain's rhythm. Slow, steady, seemingly unending.
Death, where is your sting? Here! I feel it here, hand on my chest, to the very place that beats with life. I feel it here, but I know it will not last. It cannot last. This ground will not last.
Eternity will remain. The mortal will become immortal, alive, fully alive, awakened, in the presence of our Creator.
The rain's rhythm will be no more as the angels encircle the throne singing, "Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!” Then every creature will together sing, "To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!”*