Waiting for the Rain
It is quiet now,
But in the silence I hear a song—
A yearning, a waiting, a thirst for redemption.
The dry earth is weary but alive,
Finding peace in the promise,
The
vibrant hope of resurrection.
This ancient cycle will turn once
more
As the long vigil gives way to joy,
An echo of the laughter that fills
the world to come.
The rains begin to fall like the
fire of heaven,
Hurtling down in joyous abandon
To impart again the fervent fullness
of God’s delight.
The ageless mountains burst into
song,
The refrain of all the years, but
never old—
The all-consuming celebration of
life,
Of
witness,
Of
reflecting the Maker’s joy.
The chorus of the rocky crags,
Awash in the golden light of dawn,
Breaks over the slumbering world
And wakes it to the coming of the
rain.
The dance of silver droplets
surrounds me now,
Turning the dusty trail into a
living stage
For this glorious performance of
heaven’s grace.
I smile as I listen to the ancient,
tireless song,
The
music of redemption
Returning
to the world.