RAINBOWS

Rainbows are signs of hope, Reminders of promise That help us to press on And watch for better times ahead. They can’t come without rain,, Sent to wash and nourish, Often so dark and cold, Settling like a wet blanket. All creation huddles, Tucked in against the rain That falls like endless tears As Mother

RAIN

Delicate jewels that fall to earth, Cleansing, healing; Bringing new birth. Liquid refreshment That makes everyone smile; Running for shelter To rest for a while.   Living renewal that makes us clean; Lifting, cheering; Comfort unseen. Soothing revival That encourages all; Strength for weary souls so that we stand tall.   Heavenly food given to

REFRESHMENT

Crisp air mixed with sunshine in the morning. The first bird songs of Spring. Crocus in full bloom, surrounded by snow. Beautiful music that stirs your soul. A baby’s exuberant laugh. The sound of a brook or rushing river. A hot meal at the end of a busy day. A tall glass of water. Really