On Listening to the Rain, by Thomas Merton
-And a prayer for Mother Earth, and those in the path of Hurricane Sandy
“The rain fills the wood with an immense and confused sound. It covers the flat roof of the cabin and its porch with insistent and controlled rhythms. And I listen, because it reminds me again and again that the whole world runs by rhythms I have not yet learned to recognize, rhythms that are not those of the engineer. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows! Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.”
(an excerpt from “Rain and the Rhinoceros” by Thomas Merton)
Like the rain, severe storms are one of the few things that man can not control. They shake our physical world, but not our spiritual world, they bring us together, in community and prayer, almost as if Nature…God…Mother Earth are reminding us that we are all inter-connected. We are all equal in these times.
Mother Earth, we are listening, and praying that all those on the East Coast have safe shelter and are out of harm’s way.
A Universal Prayer for the East Coast:
Bless each and every person affected by this storm and surround them with Your love, light and protection. Let them be comforted in the knowledge that praying for them and their loved ones. Keep safe the elderly and the young who are helpless.
We know You are always with us, and within us.
A Prayer for the Earth from Chief Seattle, a Native American for whom the great city of Seattle is named
Teach your children what we have taught our children – that the Earth is our Mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons and daughters of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know. The Earth does not belong to us, we belong to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood that unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons and daughters of the Earth. We did not weave the web of life; We are merely a strand in it. Whatever we do to the Web, We do to ourselves.
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