“nurtured by the rains of presence”
what do they have in common?
the genuine smile
and moment of sincere patience…
the giving thanks before a meal,
wholehearted listening,
and wishing another well…
these acts - and their kin,
bring me home again
into the freshness of being present
they are the nurturing rains
that water the seeds,
sprouts and budding plants
in my oasis
