A Fresh Cup

I have spoken of the magic of fresh starts. Of the need for children to learn forgiveness.  Of the need for parents to forgive.


The magic of fresh starts. 
It is like a rain in the middle of a drought.
The comforting patter of rain on a roof
The tendrils of water flowing through the once barren grass.
The dancing of raindrops racing down a window.
The softening of the hard pan of earth.
The joy of walking across a lush green lawn.

The magic of the greening of the soul.
The curing of tears in the midst of despair
The comforting holding of reassurance.
The flowing fountain of hope in once barren life.
The softening of a hardened heart.
The joy of forgiveness in our lives.