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Day 19
A simple spirituality

Spend time with the photo

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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.)

Earth, Teach Me

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

 

Respond

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?

What if, that?

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