After A Summer Rain Poem by Glen Kappy
After A Summer Rain
Long it seems we waited—
clouds were piled high with promise
lightning, thunder, darkened skies—
but little moisture given.
Now this morning—early—
sky that's mostly overcast
the presence of the sun sensed only
in a few bright patches in the eastern sky—
now we walk—ourselves or with our dogs—
on sidewalks still with water stained
see puddles holding trees and sky
and rain beads thick on bushes we pass by…
We move in cool moist air
welcome it on necks and shoulders…
Everything about me seems subdued
by an unspoken deep-felt gratitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:40:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! This is a quiet poem which does not dramatize the violent storm which occurs off stage so to speak. We get the uncertainty of waiting, then the aftermath of relief and (one of your central themes) gratitude for what has been given. It's amazing how often you find quite effortlessly events, thoughts, experiences, scenes that make you grateful. And so you approach the larger mystery of God's presence indirectly from its effects to its cause. Everywhere you find a divine persuasion you pass on to us. I can take a long walk in this spirit!
daniel, you get me very well in your perceptive reading and comments- thank you. over and over i come in my writing to gratittude. i cultivate it in my heart and perspective partly as an antidote to the lunacy and darkness and partly because this is how i like to see myself. in gratitude is a good place to dwell, yes? a favorite mystic of mine is walter hilton who wrote the scale (or ladder) of perfection. in it he encourages the reader to find what makes her/him feel close to God. the best we can do, in my experience, is lean towards God (or the divine or the spirit, as some people prefer, - or Love as it makes best sense to me) . but as far as God communicating with us- as epiphanies or however- we can only wait. -glen