it drops

the breeze hits

like the bass in a song

changing the temperature

elevating the impact

of the fragrance of the lilacs

and the jazz tempo of

the birds warning of

the rain of the storming

approaching my solitude

where technology is pushed

to the side and I decide

to just be

still

and know

the truth

that I have one life

and it was saved on purpose

for a purpose here

and now. not later.

not when x happens or

x is finished or x has passed.

I was saved

from something

for something.

the rain drops

the beat drops

my stress drops

with each drop

as I sink in and

breathe in and Jesus…

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