Tears with Rain
Mystery this frail existence—
leaning into heedless wind.
Omen of pale dawn’s insistence—
all are fallen; all have sinned.
Distant birth’s incipient morn—
divergent lives their myriad courses.
Faux angelic forms suborn—
risen Sheol’s rotting corpses.
Uncertainty’s advancing chill—
day’s end finds us near surrender.
This road of life seems all uphill—
existence deems us mere pretender.
Dismiss this moribund charade—
see wellsprings rise and thwart disdain.
Wild their fountains now cascade—
mingle then your tears with rain.
In honor of newlyweds Sarai Romano and Todd Virden
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2016
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