Yesterday the blades rustled against themselves among the dry breezes of a summer day … a chorus of wind and grass.
Yesterday the rocky trail, forbidding in the Texas heat, showed little compassion for passers by.
And then, evening fell and storms passed in the night, a mixture of blessing and curse, rain and lightning, wind and noise. But in that dark, tumultuous night blessings came; coolness, life-giving moisture, an extreme peace known only after cacophony. Rest.
Overnight dampness permeates the air, now thick with freshness and life. Dawn approaches.
Today the early morning shadowed valley no longer bristles with the song of dry grass in the wind, but sits peacefully in the silence of breaking day. As the light rises, new vistas appear in small worlds atop blades of grass, now opulent with life-giving dew … living water. Like the spirit of God, the air of the night begat blessings while we were unaware. The grasses gather the dew as we are given grace. We can’t escape it. It’s all around us. Look for it in the jewels of love, joy and provision … and salvation for those who know Him, who created it all.
Author Profile: Ron is a professional photographer turned author, graphic designer and webmaster. His first novel, Dear Walt, was published in 2008. He is also responsible for the design, implementation and content for several web sites. 
