Psalm 148

Psalm 148

It’s just a collection of vapor.
    We call it rain – sometimes a storm.
But it’s just a gathering of steam,
an unquestioning retreat of

moisture. Each molecule has its part
    to play in an unending dance.
I wish I could be so light and be
    unswervingly obedient.

Psalm 148

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