how fragile is life in the places where it touches the world
how gentle we must be with each other
how softly should our words fall
our eyes seek out
our prayers reach out
like drops of rain that would not disturb the leaf upon which they fall
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
that's Simon and Garfunkel...
and that's poetiquejustis
He covers the sky with clouds;
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.
Psalm 147:8
