The New Griots--Pouring Down Raining Words

The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words From the wombs of our pregnant minds may our charged words drop like God’s tears reaching the depths of the precincts of your souls seeping like His raindrops to swollen roots anchoring life anew birthing thunderstorms of revelations missed in oral tradition—now staining sheets of thin pulp with silent echoes—silent echoes once etched in dry sand—time unsheathing truth’s truth—unlocking opening doors and windows into new souls—new souls seeking those creative leaps of mind of the new Griots—rain dancers inking rhythmic words flowing like a speaking river meandering trials tribulations traditions peace love meandering Minerv-like between double clef river banks: Come walk in the mist of our rain—pitter pattering words singing salient songs of life showering selves in truth and glory.