PRAYER (To the sun above the clouds) – A Grook by Piet Hein
Sun that givest all things birth
Shine on everything on earth!
If that’s too much to demand
Shine at least on this our land
If even that’s too much for thee
Shine at any rate on me
Sometimes if feels as if the rain is only falling on us, or that the wind is out to chase us – just us! Is it possible that the rain, wind, and other maladies are demons out to cause trouble for us?
How can rain be anything but falling? If it’s not falling, is it rain?
How can wind be anything but blowing? If it’s not blowing, is it the wind?
How can we be anything than who we are?
Okay, you’re saying this sounds like some existential tree-falling-in-the-woods philosophical junk.
Maybe so, although it’s just as hard to argue the opposite side – that rain is our enemy, the wind is always blowing against us, this is the worst of all worlds, or that we should look on the bad (realistic?) side of things.
May as well pick what works!