Thursday, January 10, 2013

and after the storm

Among my frivolous thoughts,
I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts.
--Owl City

Rain falling on wet leaves
is the sound of immeasurable sorrow
striking each fragile leaf
that clings to its branch,
unwilling to leave.
The living water cascades over dying branches,
The temporal and eternal collide,
over and over again--
like the sound of rain on wet leaves.
Overwhelmed by rain,
a little leaf surrenders,
and with a gentle sigh, falls.
Her fall is broken by her sisters
already carpeting the barren autumn earth.
They receive the leaf in silence.
Buffeted by winds, inundated with rain,
the broken leaf escapes the fury of the strom,
she finds rest.
Quiet reigns--
sweetly broken
solely by
the sound of rain on wet leaves.

"The companions who met me on my return were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I told them: 'I am tired'"
--The Litte Prince


  1. Wow...this is beautiful, introspective, and quite deep. I really am glad I found your blog.

  2. i have a habit of thanking people for doing beautiful things. cantors after Mass, speakers after a speech, actors after a show, children.

    this is beautiful. thank you.