Drizzle

And so it drizzles Lord
The water for which we cry falls in tiniest measures
Onto our parched and thirsty earth
And we say thank you

And so it settles in, Lord
This rain that does not run off
This slow, certain, gentle gift of heaven
And we say thank you

And so it begins, Lord
Just a little at a time

Which is often your way of changing things
of shaping things

So let it be, Lord
That you add to the explosive work of your life on me
the hours of gentle shaping

Rain on me
Grace of God
Drizzle, if you please.
My soul still drinks from your truth.

Amen