“I am Life. I am Depth. I am Water bringing life to your bones, health to your body, sustenance to your soul.”
Do not hold back your weeping, for it is Rain on the barren land because the dead will live again. Even they hunger and seek what they have not tasted.
What makes the skeletons of winter branches move again? – A whispering breeze? A commanding wind? A shouting storm?
No, but only the breath of a heart that says, “Believe” against the corpse of death.
Then the waiting clouds release – instantly.
Rain.
– Washing away the silt to reveal what was destroyed made new.
Cleansed.
Brittle no longer.
A graveyard – gray – now green.
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