Poetess In the Rain
In the darkened city, she slowly walked.
Baptismal rain droplets on her that seemed
to talk.
The lovable scent of raindrops filled her spirit.
There was God, hope and freshness in it.
She heard the soft meowing of a distant cat..
And marveled that the earth was not flat.
Dreaming of driving through the Rockies one night.
She was reminded that God ruled this earth, not
man and his political hijinks and blights.
Man, still does not get it, peacemakers they are not.
Casinos wide open but places to honor Gid, not.
The earth withstands the ignorance of man.
The woman, in her raincoat, did know how ther Creator can!
Her wonderful, thoughtful, walk came to an end.
She wished she had a place, to write a letter to
her Creator, that under starlight.....send!
8/1/2021
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