Blessing - Gift Of God Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The rains come without asking:

Each year, they portend a harvest

When the generous clouds break.



They will bring joy and prosperity

When what is growing is ready

And the grain has come to term.



But there will be times of storms

When the crops are beaten down -

And our wealth is in what we learn.



For what is given can be taken away:

And what we share in love is everything -

Both the feast and the understanding.



Then let us devote our love-laden hearts

To the sacrifice and the remembrance

That the darkest clouds will be redeemed.