Bright blessings

Help us to remember,
O Gracious One,
that it is when the rains come
that the colors of life
become more intense;
that when the brightest of lights
is hidden behind a cloud
the other, closer lights --
the bits of thoughtfulness that others bring --
emerge.

A place to rest,
a bit of food,
a colorful garden to share,
a single scarlet flower in a pot of green --
simple pleasures, all,
yet freely offered;
bright blessings
made moreso
by the presence of the rain.


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