Like splashes of water

they shower, nourish, encourage.

Life grows. The Holy Spirit rains.


Like stagnant puddles

they sit, muddy, become bitter.

Death grows. The Holy Spirit rains.


It rains, it rains.

The broken ground drinks.

The hardened ground does not.

The plants grow.

The puddles form.


The water is loved and hated,

accepted or rejected.

It rains. It rains.

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