Rain

is a spirtual, a shimmering shadow of the actual...
never meant to seem frail-- it is the widowed world,
reality in a veil.
A black daytime sky brightens slightly then is fast
followed by cracks of thunder.
God's tears cascade over
waterfalls and under bridges.
Fearing my heart may have lost its home, i cry.
God's tears mix with my own forming floods
that find cracks in sidewalks and gutters.
Men and women pile sandbags high to dam the tide,
while i damn the words i uttered but not the tears i cried.
God weeps with us sobbing against the sand.
Somehow with prayers and words we make it work.
She keeps us in the palm of Her Hand.
Beyond the flooded plains is the sight of the sea
And an expansive, expensive lake view.
Wet leaves glisten in the sun of one more try.
Keep the heart I gave you;
I will keep yours safe and dry.

1.22.2006