SONG OF THE RAIN

The beginning was April
when the winds were loosed
and the eye of the sun set fire.
In the soft light of the first dawn
water formed in the hand of God,
running through His fingers
to soak the dry earth
and begin the germination of a world.

The heartbeat is April,
simple and mysterious,
the quickening of life
in the continuing cadence of creation.

			Lucille Murphy