Today I bathe in a showering of yesterday’s grace and generosity.

Now,  I bask in the delight of what was and is, lathering in foamy joy.

The sun cycled up and down and brought abundance, pooling puddling oceans of overflowing grace.

A soul can feel saturated from the outpouring of wave on wave of the unexpected,

Opportunity and mercy shown at every turn.

A soul can feel saturated, saved from dry bones, ash and parched in need of filling.

Weary in need of water for the soul.

Many days, they came and went. Many days have come and gone.

Countless days and weeks it seems

Since a soul has sensed such saturation, of generosity, hope, poured out.

Stuck on repeat, deep grooves , the needle stayed on the same joyous song, all day long

A song of generous gifting of doors open, grace shown, and gifts unfurled along a day

The march of the weary traveller steps more lightly lit by light of strangers

Touched by fellow pilgrims on the dusty path

A heart is marked

And vows to pass it on,

To make an artful offering of pouring it out along the way along a day,

To pour a drop on dry parched souls.

For today I bathe in a showering of yesterday.

Thank you to Melanie at Only A Breath dot com for designing my button for my one word 365, Art. I am grateful. She is a generous giver of her gifts.