RAIN

 

I remember the days of my youth

walking in the rain I sang

“Even me Lord, even me, let some

drops of mercy, happiness, grace

fall on me”

 

As the rain fell I didn’t know if I wanted

to wipe away the salted tears or salty

raindrops from my face

I knew I couldn’t wipe the tears from my heart

as I cried for myself, my wants and have-nots

 

Today in the rain I sing for the despairs of my

boy child, my girl child and every child living

in this dastardly place

 

I remember the days of my youth, even then Lord

did cries go up of sorrow filled spaces and changes

to hearts not possessions

 

Cries in the rain washed down polluted sewers

 

Building dreams on fathers wishes, I’m wishing

for warlessness and laughter in the streets

 

I hear the black and white 70’s and Mama singing

with Mahalia and the Ward Singers in the radio

 

Today I cry for times gone by and the child who must

endure tonight

 

Let your mercy, compassion, protection and grace

Fall Lord

Even these

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©1995