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These past few days, Lord, it's been raining buckets:
folks beneath umbrellas make their way, protected
like the chosen, passing dry shod, through the sea
and giving you the glory...
Back then it took a miracle,
today, a yard of nylon
stretched across a metal frame:
just enough to keep me dry
in spite of heaven's downpour...
So simple, Lord, but sometimes
the simplest things protect me:
a friend's care
a visored cap
a secret kept
a lotion's balm
a stop sign
a tree's shade
a wise word
a banister
a silence shared
a cleared path
a watchful eye
a promise made
a night light
a helping hand
a pause for prayer reminding me
that you are always near, Lord
parting seas to keep me dry,
holding my umbrella in the rain,
protecting me from harm
until the storm shall pass
and peace is mine again...
Amen.
(The scripture for lines 3, 4 above)
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