Bau WoW Sunday...

It’s a Sunday ! In my psyche it is the one day of the week, God marked with the rhythm of a holy space… to sense again the lite touch of His glory on the familiar.
 
Right now I feel like I am sitting on the edge of the world. [    I am like a commuter waiting in in-between moments punctuating the malaise of a day.   ] I am on an edge looking outwards at a wet and heady world, filled with clouds… hanging. [    Pregnant and grey.    ] A small wind blows it’s warm moist air. Like a breath exhaled from a person just right there. To my right small rain is falling on the gently lapping waters – a subtle movement of irregular rhythm – undeniably soothing. Over further heavy clouds let go their heaviness – a subtle overlay of greyness making the division of land & sky & water diffuse. The release of the rain and the small wind blows freer, sweeter. Off to the left now small, determined rain is puncturing the surface of the water. A few intense moments then the tension eases.

Another change of ticks and the mantle of wetness passes, the small wind ceases. A small lite, uneven rain is now falling like the evocative touch of a caressing lover – a subtle dynamic irregular movement. [    The clouds are easier & pregnant no longer.    ]
 
I sense purpose, discontinuous connection and I am still waiting – sitting out on the edge of the world.
 
Then as if to underline the fragile thread... [    it is raining again, determined and purposeful & everything becomes stationary, immersed and flattened    ]… a single surface upon which wetness strikes and bounces and covers without exemption.
 
I am sitting on the edge of the world and the rain becomes the wetness that connects the lite touch of God’s Glory on the balmy moments of a Bau Wow Sunday !