Summer Blarney

A fellow congregation member spoke into the mic what she'd heard;

she thought she got an encouragement, and a whispered Word:

"The rains may come this season, falling harder than you've known -

but take heart, loved of God, for flowers need water to grow."

This word has stuck with me through a season of the shakes -

where cliffs break from their mountains, and nothing tastes like cake.

I've been told by a few that hold me precious by God's power

that my delicacy is to be treasured; I am a budding flower.

I take this deep to jagged edges, ragged raw with hope -

in hopes to chronicle more than an outward journey around Europe:

too much on my spinning plates, but breaking are my crucibles -

flattened out and falling - with God all things remain possible.