Rain falls gently on the dry earth,
the first relief approaching autumn.
As water seeps to deeper roots
I follow the rain through the unforgiven.
Below the hardpan there is new life,
waiting for moisture
to rise and wear the green mantle.
I must let go, receive the pardon
grace bestows on the repentant,
inviting renewal in all its wet glory
precious as a freshwater spring.
Reading of “Fresh Water Spring” with music by Abaji.