Reflections

A Magazine of Theological and Ethical Inquiry from Yale Divinity School

It’s Raining in Honolulu

Author: 
Joy Harjo

There is a small mist at the brow of the mountain,

each leaf of flower, of taro, tree and bush shivers with ecstasy.

And the rain songs of all the flowering ones who have called for the rain can be found there, flourishing beneath the currents of singing.

Rain opens us, like flowers, or earth that has been thirsty for more than a season. We stop all of our talking, quit thinking, or blowing sax to drink the mystery.

We listen to the breathing beneath our breathing.

This is how the rain became rain, how we became human.

The wetness saturates everything, including the perpetrators of the second overthrow. We will plant songs where there were curses.

Issue Title: 
God's Green Earth
Issue Year: 
2007