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Today I stood at my window and cursed the
pouring rain. Today a desperate farmer prayed
for his fields of grain. My weekend plans are ruined
It almost makes me cry. While the farmer lifts his
arms and blesses the clouded sky.

The alarm went off on Monday and I cursed
my work routine. Next door a laid off mechanic
feels The empty pocket of his jeans.

I can't wait for my vacation, some time to
take for me. He doesn't know tonight, How he'll
feed his family. I cursed my leafy roof and
 the grass I need to mow. A homeless man
downtown checks for change in the telephone.

I need a new car; mine is getting really old.
He huddles in a doorway, Seeking shelter from
the cold. With blessings I'm surrounded: The rain
a job, a home. Though my eyes are often blinded
by the things I think I own.

Author Unknown


Midi is used with permission, and is entitled
Dawns First Light 2001 Bruce DeBoer