Why does the world seem so much clearer after the rain?
It’s like we’ve momentarily shook off the dust.
It’s as if we’ve almost caught a better world
By the heel. Sitting in the gentle moss,
Surrounded by trees that smell like rain I can hear
The drizzling drops peck the leaves and limbs around me
With the pitter patter of calm.
A cricket begins to sing her song for a captive audience,
Belting it out as if it’s her last chance.
For a moment the world disappears.
I wonder how God could make a world so complicated
Still radiate with such a simple beauty.
In our awkwardly beautiful humanity
It bleeds through the seams every day
In the most complicated pursuits of happiness
Like our job, our money, and our friends
Finally boiling down to the simplest joys like
Family, home, and love.
I’m not sure if we are ever supposed to feel as if we fit,
To be sure we have a handle on things after all this time.
Maybe we are just supposed to jump in feet first
And sing our hearts out, no matter the song.
I once heard that many people will die
With their music still trapped within them.
I pray God will help us teach each other to hum,
To catch that better world by the heel,
Shake the storm from our shoulders
And sing as if it’s our very last chance.
