Requiem in Rain
Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul.
For the Quiet Woman with the Giant Faith
Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul
For the Bailer, the Baker, the Maker of Lace
Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul.
Rain—Rain—Rain
Torrents of thoughts now with bursts of light
Lover of Beauty, Giver of Life
Streaming sorrow, muting sight
for the Quieter, the Listener, the Gentle Wife.
Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul.
Rain—Rain—Rain—
Pattering memories, welling pain
Watering the windshield of my brain
Subltling shock, emerging pang
Raining in gushes—drowning again
Swimming in the hurt of a waxing wane
Rain—Rain—Torrents of Rain!
Rain for her Soft and Gentle Face.
Rain for her Music and Defining Grace;
May her Song long Go On in an Infinite Strain.
Rain—Rain—Wonderful Rain—
Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul
for the Speaker of Wisdom, the Seeker of Names
—Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul
for the Mother in my Eden and her Nourishing Faith
Rain—Rain—Rain in my soul.
Rain—Rain—Rain.
October 7, 2006
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and tribute, Charlie, the rain motif is splendid,
the repetitions enforcing the feeling,
being the rhythms and throb of feeling.
"Watering the windshield of my brain..."
is perfect!
John
:) Janna
thanks for sharing
jch
Thank you
dan
Axilea
Love,
Crys...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Almost feels like a sitting meditation, so perfectly peaceful.
Christine
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