Lilacs and Rain

Sitting still.

Doing nothing.

Letting the world
come to you.

Not in fear.

Not in anticipation.

Simply being.
Trusting God

to know your truth

and whisper it

in your heart
as the rain dances through the lilacs.

About this poem.

Freshly written after I sat on my back porch during my lunch break as a storm washed through the town. Rainfall, I have learned over the years, is better than music for meditation and prayer.

Tom