Rain

Bring rivers in this wasteland
Clouds into this sky
Bring springs of life into the wells that
Have been run dry

Rise up in this city
Gather in this light
Pour down on Your people
You glory and Your life

Rain, Lord we thirst for water
Rain, we are desert land
Rain on Your sons and daughters
Rain, bring Your rain again

Speak dreams into this water
And vision to this land
Let oceans be divided
And bring forth life again
Let the tide roll in washing over our lives
Let Your water fall again
Bring rivers in this wasteland
Clouds into this sky

~ Day of Fire

It's raining here. It's been raining for over 24 hours now, slow, soft, soaking rain... we need the rain. Tonight there is a small stream running through the back yard.

I find that these nights always bring out "poet" in me, not the rhyming kind but in the scene that there is beauty in the rain. It's ironic that this year should start out raining, bringing in a new year, washing out the old one.

Last week at church our pastors wife spoke and talked about how so many people fall into depression after the holidays because there is nothing left to live for. Yet in my life I feel the opposite is true. This year has just begun and there is still hope that it will turn out better than last year did. The holidays bring stress... this time of year the stress is that life has gone back to the proverbial "normal". We go back to work or school or what ever we did before Thanksgiving, we begin to look for the signs of spring, watch as the days begin to lengthen. And soon summer will be here with all of it's activities.

This is my last day in my 22nd year on this earth. Perhaps this rain will wash away last year and bring me a new one. There are things I would like to see come true this year. I would like to be successful at something this year, I can't remember the last time I felt like I had done a good job on something important. I would like to go somewhere, I don't know where but for the past month I have felt restless. Like I need a road trip. There is something fulfilling in driving eight hours to see someone or something. I would also like a home to come back to. I find myself saying once or twice a month out loud in my car "I want to go home." then I laugh at myself because there is currently no such place. Home is still where the car is parked. Home is as real as the Norman Rockwell painting can be... Home will have to wait.

Speak dreams into this water
And vision to this land
Let oceans be divided
And bring forth life again

Yeah, I need a good rain in my life to wash out the old and bring in the new...


info: The picture is of Loch Eil in Scotland, I find it haunting and mystical in it's own way... I can hear the pipes play on the far away hills...