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Glistening fingers caress the earth
giving birth to what nourishes me, sparrow, tree
Oh, rain! You are much maligned
Unkind people casually curse
the generosity of your silver kiss
Your gifts wrapped in the guise of inconvenience
fall gently on us all
We who insist on sun
and forget when your work is done
we are restored
Clean our sullied spirits,
the refuse of our parched hearts
Play the symphony of your sweet drops
upon the deserts we’ve created of our lives
so the seed of one kind deed can sprout
fragile and full of hope in us all
This poem first appeared in Heal Your Soul, Heal the World (Andrews McMeel Publishing, 1998).
Used here with permission.
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Arlene Gay Levine is the author of 39 Ways to Open Your Heart: An Illuminated Meditation (Conari Press) and Movie Life (Finishing Line Press). Her poetry and prose have appeared in many venues, including The New York Times, an off-Broadway show, and on radio. Arlene lives with her husband in New York City, where she tends a garden of words, roses and herbs. Learn more about her at http://www.arlenegaylevine.com/.
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Lori Levy:
Great image of the "silver kiss" of rain.
Posted 10/09/2019 12:49 AM
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Jo:
So much reflection. A beautiful poem.
Posted 10/08/2019 11:22 PM
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paradea:
Beautiful.
Posted 10/08/2019 09:43 AM
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cork:
The rain's song is special.
Posted 10/08/2019 09:07 AM
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Jean Colonomos-1:
Healing thoughts. Thank you.
Posted 10/08/2019 08:10 AM
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plgoodman:
Perfectly said!
Posted 10/08/2019 08:02 AM
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