November 7, 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