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Blackberrying in the Rain

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Rain gently fell upon the canes
And sweetly kissed
My tranquil face,
While calloused hands
(With purple stains)
Caressed the perfect,
Ripened fruits,
Admiring how the raindrops ran
In gleaming pools
Between the drupes.
I tasted of my little hoard,
So cool, firm, and freshly wet,
A yielding sweetness
From the days
Of sun and rain and dripping sweat.


I felt a certain swelling peace,
If this is life, then life is good! I worship here, among the canes, Bareheaded in the summer rains, My busy fingers daubed with stains, And heart turned up to God.

The Present

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Here stand I,
The turning point,
As time whirls
All around.
The crux of past and future -
I feel this holy ground.

Healer

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I.
Rain comes down
To heal a broken land, Repairing cracks and chasms Drop by drop.
II. I am a blasted, Parched and broken earth, But when you look at me With rainswept eyes, I feel my blighted soul Begin to heal, As drop by drop, The aching chasms fill.