some pray for rain
for healing
for justice
for money
but I run in the fall rain
and pretend it's spring
dreaming of an epitaph that reads
"All around her things bloom nonstop"
listening for ideas whispered
and falling in drops like clues
like seeds that could grow
in the dry ground of a heart
and make it fertile again
blossoming into a tall sunflower
swaying in this cracked, earthen field
to the song of peace joy purpose
bending in the breeze to worship You
and let it all begin
with the seed of a story
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."
Maya Angelou
"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see."
C. S. Lewis
"The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart." Maya Angelou
"Let the redeemed of the LORD tell their story—" Psalm 107:2a
"...let the wise listen and add to their learning,
and let the discerning get guidance—
for understanding proverbs and parables,
the sayings and riddles of the wise.
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge..." Proverbs 1:5-7
"With many similar parables Jesus spoke the word to them, as much as they could understand." Mark 4:33
