Let the Rain Come
Storm clouds gather over the mountains
The day suddenly heavy and dark
The graveyard murmurs old songs
Totems and headstones standing stark
Native artists gave the spirit world voice
Gods of nature speak though their art
Wings steadily raised in supplication
The spirit world and man not far apart
The raven knows of the other world
He calls out to those left behind
"Prepare for the cleansing rain coming
Death comes to the body, not to the mind"....
Barbara Gorelick 8/18/11
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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