Memorial Day 2002

As a memorial to the eternal presence of God,
I offer thanks for the simple soft rain which fell steadily through the night.
These parched New Mexican soils dance with ressurection at this blessing,
having not been bathed by sky-waters for so long
that even the most devoted of sun-worshipers joined in the rain prayers.
May I, in simple gratitude,
walk this day awake to the blessing you bestow
within each and every breath.
Amen.