Rain Has Fallen

by H. Ní Aódagaín

Rain Has Fallen

Oh, blessed sweet manna of the sky, we’ve waited so long for you.
The hills and valleys sing your praises and all the creatures big and small,
from the furtive black bear to the delicate damselfly, bow to you in thanksgiving.

You have quenched our thirst, brought sustenance to leaf, grass, tree and field.
The birds spread their wings in joyous abandon as your cleansing waters pass over them, flowers open their petals and the fruits of the garden rejoice in your coming.

Oh, sacred water of the heavens, hear this prayer of gratitude.
Your coming has brought such joy.
May you be beckoned again and again by our humble appreciation.

September, 2015