The Rain Doth
Comfort Me
By
Maria O November 25, 1999
Tho I remember the
sweetest touch of them all
I pray the voice
of the rain doth not stop today
For this morning
is of silent voices flying through
My mind’s
atmosphere like the breath of a child
‘tis the gasp of
my mother & child…of those
Who have fallen,
yet my stride takes heed
With the ear of a
fawn listening for a twig’s
Aide memoire of
fear & a secluded thicket
If only this sun
would not come through the veil
Of soft grays to
burn & wither the innocent souls
In my valley
today…for now I am quiet & pensive
Within these
strange walls that bleed oblivion