A Whispered Song

Rain in the morning.
Rain in the evening.
Rain when I want it,
Rain when I don't.
Rain that I expect,
Rain that surprises me.

Drip, drop, the rain goes,
skipping off my face,
hopping down my arm,
dancing,
playing,
jumping,
spinning,
sliding,
running,
washing,
pouring,
wrapping me in its cool wet embrace,
soaking me in love,
hugging my heart,
digging in,
cleansing,
deep.

And I am nothing.
If not for this rain, I am nothing.
It is life, it is joy, it is love itself.
Present in the beginning, present before me.
Present after I am dust, present at the last great flood.

Drip, drop, the rain goes.
I liked the rain.
I once sat and waited for the rain.
To listen to its sounds.
But no more.
Now I crave the rain.
Seeking with a passion that could only be quenched by living water.I wait on its every sound.
Hungry for more.


And when it hurts.
When it breaks.
When my world starts to quake.
Please be there for me.
Oh beautiful rain.
Guide me, as you always have.

And never let me forget that beautiful song.
The melody for which I long.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.

Mysterious Ways

Reach for Something More

It is these days when I am most vulnerable and frightened about the present and future that I have turned to God.  I guess that's a typical story.  But I'm starting to get it.  Something just clicked during the pilgrimage.  First, the jackhammer of grace hit me during Lent and Easter.  Then came the souls that came into my life and opened my eyes. A period of healing in St. Joseph's Oratory was just what I needed to really become connected to this greater spiritual world.

I think what has made a crucial difference is this recurring desire for more, a sense of longing.  It has manifested itself in many ways both good and bad.  Sometimes I long to be a better person.  I long for love.  Sometimes it takes the form of girl-craziness.  Sometimes I am just lonely and wish the company of others.  Some days I just want to be alone walking along the lake.  I desperately seek to know what God has planned for me.  C.S. Lewis experienced similar longing which lead him to understand the existence of a single loving God.  It is comforting to know that I am on a road traveled before.

There is more I wish to say but I don't know how to say it.  But I have to try.  I'm afraid that if I don't share what small fragment of faith I have, I might lose it.

Against the Current

Our Lady

Love Thee, Notre Dame :)

The Heart of Life

I'm going on a pilgrimage to Montreal starting this morning at 5am.  I am hoping this will help me clear my mind and my heart.  My trip is dedicated to my dear friends at Notre Dame, for their success, for their happiness, for a fruitful and long-lasting friendship for all of us.

Pray for me please, dear friends.

And because I love acoustic:

Sun

Sometimes I feel lost in a world beyond my control. But the littlest things always bring me back. Like a little sunshine.