- Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it:
- I have sought it in the grass.
- It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids…
- This is the time of day for recollections
- ~Conrad Aiken
- Twelve years ago it was a day that started with bright sun above and ended in bloodshed below.
It is a day for recollections;
- we seek remembrance,
with eyes open,
and through closed eyelids
steeped in the red that flowed that day.
… And still the syllables of water whisper:
The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait
In the dark room; and in your heart I find
One silver raindrop,—on a hawthorn leaf,—
Orion in a cobweb, and the World.
~Conrad Aiken from “Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise the Rain”
I lay silent under the comforter listening, listening to the constancy of rain. No let up, no diminishing, just all night long whispering in the dark — water falling from on high.
John Updike says: “Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.”
So I feel blessed by communion with this rainy grace, lots and lots and lots of descending grace, a zillion silver drops falling together to bathe my parched and thirsty world, keep it cleansed and refreshed.
I look for –and find — the world in a raindrop.