July 21: Joy Harjo, "Praise the Rain," All-Day Soaking

Praise the Rain

by:  Joy Harjo

Praise the rain; the seagull dive

The curl of plant, the raven talk—

Praise the hurt, the house slack

The stand of trees, the dignity—

Praise the dark, the moon cradle

The sky fall, the bear sleep—

Praise the mist, the warrior name

The earth eclipse, the fired leap—

Praise the backwards, upward sky

The baby cry, the spirit food—

Praise canoe, the fish rush

The hole for frog, the upside-down—

Praise the day, the cloud cup

The mind flat, forget it all—

Praise crazy. Praise sad.

Praise the path on which we're led.

Praise the roads on earth and water.

Praise the eater and the eaten.

Praise beginnings; praise the end.

Praise the song and praise the singer.

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

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This poem, by Joy Harjo, is perfect for this morning, where there seems to be an all-day soaking going on. 

I was going to mow my lawn.  Not happening.  I've switched plans.  This afternoon, I will be cleaning my house, getting it ready for members of my book club to descend upon it tomorrow evening.  Vacuuming.  Sweeping.  Mopping.  Dusting.  Bathroom cleaning.  Perfect for a rainy day.

Tomorrow, it's cooking and arranging.

Saint Marty would rather be reading and writing, but that is not in the stars today.  Can't see the stars.