Dreams are Heaven's rain.
They mix together in my imagination, budding in my daydreams, to fly from my fingers and live in the clouds.
Rain falls in perfect timing, to refresh the lakes, to grow the trees, to sculpt the mountains, to fill the cup.
No need to worry- will the flowers bloom?
No need to worry- will the boat float?
The Son shines upon these calm waters. I cast the worries into the wind that carries me - wistfully, willfully, wonderfully.
Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shall find it after many days. Eccleslastes 11:1
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