A Sunday Reflection
Water pours from flat grey skies.
Although the land is parched and
oh so thirsty,
we grumble at the inconvenience
of wet upon wet upon wet.
I read in Isaiah’s book:
“You heavens above,
rain down my righteousness;
let the clouds shower it down,
let salvation spring up,
let righteousness flourish with it;
I, the LORD, have created it.”
Yet we grumble against any
inconvenient truths springing
from God’s righteousness
because our declarations of rightness
water our wishes just fine,
thank you very much.
For all our watering,
we remain soul-dry parched.
We thirst in the midst of
abundant, righteous rain.
