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November
1986
The
Rain (part I)
we
stood around the gravesite, silent
some
bowed low
some
bowed high
staring
eternally
at
a small, dark hole
(out
of dust created)
(hence
to dust returned)
we
heard the words
we
sang the songs
we
stood then, silent
quiet
drizzle falls
soft
upon our heads
bowed
in prayer
baptism
of grief
all
stand under
God
from
life does call us
God
to
Life does lead us