Rain
every drop,
pieces of my body
falling from the sky,
telling me the story of how I came to be.
The months I spent becoming,
I once was only water.
It will always fall with purpose now,
reminding me to pray.
A single drop,
my spirit falling from the sky,
dancing its way down to the tallest tree top.
There, I learned what it meant to nourish a life.
Slowly I will trickle
down the trunk of Cedar
and great Oak trees.
It will be my time someday
to bring water back to the Earth,
back to my first womb,
to seep into the ground,
to finish my cycle.
And when the sky is ready again to embrace me,
and let me fall into another journey,
I will return
from the depths,
and begin again~
a new drop
that will fall with deeper purpose,
that will bring life from Creator
back to all its children.
Maybe I will be so blessed
as to fall upon the wing of an Eagle,
carry its medicine,
and return,
thank again the sweet ground for taking me in
before it is time to begin my fall again.
image from:http://www.jennwiniarski.com/dont-weather-the-storm-chase-it/
(awesome blog post, recommend checking it out!)