Advent Rain

Advent is here again.

Driving home early to spend time with children, family and Christmas preparations,

I am mesmerized by beads of moisture on my windshield.

It’s not the usual drizzle, droplets, downpour, shower, or the

half-dozen other names we have for rain.

These appear and disappear, forming and reforming –

like little bitty stars reflecting lights from all around in a continual burst of

Divine creativity throughout the millennia of space and time.

It’s dark out; dark and wet.

As the car swishes over pavement, it seems to

wind its way home almost of its own accord…

I gaze deeper into the inner space of God,

finding meaning, yet again,

in the rain.

~ stc

About Scottrick

Parent ~ Pastor ~ Poet ~ Author
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