Deluged with ancient souls
Torments the sky above me
Crying over every wound
Humanity has pierced itself with.
To the gentle womb that gave it life
As well as limb and breath and hope.
If every pain was witnessed
By a light that was afraid to shine
By a darkness that could forgive,
How fortunate we would be to
Meet each other in grace.
The place that would soothe all our wounds
And remind this hallowed rain
That its holiness serves a purpose.
Its teardrops remind us we are all a part of God.