
Day 19
A simple spirituality
Spend time with the photo

Photo credit: C. LeBoutillier on Unsplash

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes (1902-1967),
major poet, writer & leader in the Harlem Renaissance,
the 1920s flowering of black intellectual, literary, & artistic life
from "April Rain Song" (Permission granted by Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.)
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Earth, Teach Me
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Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.
Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.
Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.
Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.
Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.
American Indian Ute Prayer passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman
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They find spring water to drink.
Psalm 84:7

Respond
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What if the Gift was,
actually,
that being your unique self,
your very unique self,
that personal, unusual, never-to-be-reproduced self,
was the very Calling you've been seeking?
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What if, that?