"the sky opened..."

"The lightnings and thunderbolts of error
may burst and flash
till the cloud is cleared
and the tumult dies away in the
distance...."
- Mary Baker Eddy

We watched it approach
dark and
lowering...

black clouds that
moved
with the relentless
persistence of an ancient
legion

warriors on the
cusp of
a primordial
stronghold
just within their
grasp

ominous and
undeterred
striking fear into the
heart of
a people...transfixed
on what
might come,
what could happen,
what
they fear...

closer and closer
the thunder of
hooves,
nearer and nearer the
flash of
armor,
the flicker of light
along the
sharpness of a two-edged
sword...

the rhythm of their march
towards a paralyzed
village
until...

the darkness breaks
and out of the pounding,
from within the clamoring threat
comes a soft song,
a gentle rain...
a surging promise of life
the waters of
redemption, and hope
and a river of
Love to
quench all that
was once
transfixed with fear...

"we are here
to help,
to feed,
to save you from
the barrenness
of thinking you are
alone in this
world..."

we are not of your tribe,
but we are
not your enemy
either...

we are the legion
of Love
sent
for the promise...

let us weep
with you and let our
tears be
for the healing of
the nations...

not our nation
or
your nation...

but all
nations,
families,
peoples...

brothers
and sisters
of one
Father
Mother
God...

we are the
gentle rain
upon the
tender
herb...

refreshing all
hope...

with bright
with imperishable
views

with
Love



"Then the raindrops of divinity
refresh the earth.."
― M. B. Eddy