GRATITUDE

(On seeing photograph of farmer among his crops giving thanks for rain)

Sky cannotroof insuch rushof summer joy:I hear you shoutin the sudden rainwashing your eyes.Heart is healedof all drought.You stand on your ownsoil—drenched,your happy handsspread wide.Days are rinsed clean;roots drink again.

Whether or notthey asked you to—the fact is you did;and we shall recalla man standingout in it allgetting wetfor what he loved.I honor you.Under all skiesgratitude distills:heart needs Soul'ssmall rainto sweeten its intent,to wash it through and through.

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