Wednesday, August 30, 2017

the post of heaven


rain, wet, sky falling on our people..
the earth -  a soaked, flooded homeland security
like low basements in deep winter..
four-leggeds dense heavy feet cannot scamper..
frenzied flight of rain-sopped wings do not take off..
sodden rugs, drapes and car wheels move with flow
to go..where?
in the wake of the shake of the great drench..
where are the snakes ?

the post of heaven in broken..
the weighty wet deluge
carries moist hearts of compassion..
~ as tears add gallons ~
to the already too full reservoir..

we must overflow to see one another..
beyond our beliefs, our national pride,
our registered voter status..
drink up..
shall we all drink up?
the elixir of love
the storm clouds that filleth our cups..
to runneth over..
with the not-so-still waters
we cannot be still..

broken windows and empty hallways 
a pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray 
human kindness is overflowing 
and I think it's going to rain today…
                                  ~ randy newman


2 comments:

Unknown said...

"the weighty wet deluge...moist hearts of compassion".
Love your moving descriptions... Such suffering happening.
Sue

Anonymous said...

" The elixir of love" shall we fill the cup overflowing for ever and ever, amen