the rain drop.

It rained last night.

I put my hand out through the window, and caught just a drop.

It tasted of the air above, the earth below, the salt of the seas and the warmth of the sun.

And I thought of the mother.

Creation

It may be that..

In a moment of intense gloom and agony,
out of the darkness pervading the universe,
God created Man.

Then God looked down upon his work, aghast and crestfallen,
and in another moment of infinite love and compassion,
fashioned the Woman.

Then God stood back, bowed to her, and begged her forgiveness.

the Sunflower..

It may be that..

the Sun feeds and warms the earth,

and puts up with everyone on it..

Just so there could be the Sunflower!

of love and other demons

Of what good is love, she asked, if you don't care for, or give respect!

Of what good is it, he agreed, if you can't trust, or won't try to understand!

Their hearts still sang as one, as they always did,

and though the wind howled madly through the night, yet the dry earth remained parched.

The grass was a gift, I remember, now that it is Summer.