Because the rain orders the day, <br />And because the water orders the rain <br />To and fro; do not be disenchanted <br />If by rain's marching and water's routing, <br />Everything becomes disarrayed, in puddles. <br /> <br />Because the green moss sits on stones, <br />And because stones sit still on riverbanks <br />And moss grows not on moving stones, <br />Do not be perplexed, if moss and shade <br />Hide in the crevices, where you cannot see. <br /> <br />It is enough, enough that rain exists at all; <br />That water wets the dry stones thirst, like a dew, <br />That still green water laps the undersides of shore. <br />Do not forget these things of earth, <br />Which are timeless, when compared to the span of men.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-the-rain-orders-the-day/
