Sing Glory Down Like Rain

In this world where suffering and joy are next door neighbors, won’t someone please sing out a bit of Glory.

Make it a song that comes out real quiet and gentle,
like rain on tender grass,
like gentle showers on young plants.

So hope grows.

caution: driver singing

Caution: Driver Singing. I saw this bumper sticker a few weeks ago. It reminded me of a couple girls we watched while stuck in traffic on a hot California day.

Desperate for a reprieve from triple-digit temps, we were flying down the freeway to escape the heat. After sizzling past Dixon, Vacaville came and went like a flash in the rear view mirror. We scorched on through Fairfield and down the hill, chasing a siren song lifting from cool waters of a distant bay and fluttering inland upon the delta breeze.

On the brink of a dream

My dismay, though, melted into the richness and beauty of her writing. From this delicious feast served up one chapter at a time, she called to me to write. I you are an artist in hiding, a dancer in your dreams, a writer held captive by doubts…an kind of creative person who stands on the brink of a dream too afraid to jump…get your hands on this book. Her words will be like honey to sooth your soul.