ON IT BEING HOT AGAIN, January 1998

The sun beats down.
All nature wilts, the plants,
The flowers and us.
How hard it is to give thanks
When such a sun shines down
With all its daunting power,
Seeming unrelenting.
Yet this sol brings us warmth
When winter waves its hoary hand;
Helps the plants to grow,
The desert to bloom, and if gone
Would bring an age again of
Ice and frozen waters and rivers
Never to flow again.

So thanks I give for each day
Given, no matter what it brings
And try to reason why I
Fail to use the time I’m given
In meaningful thought and
Meditation, instead of longing
For the cool, healing rain, the
Breeze suddenly bearing a
Whisper of cool breath, making
Life tolerable again.

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