Poem: Cry Rain

I was driving in the rain the other day and the idea that God was crying over our lost ways struck me. This is meant to be a poem of harmonies by weaving together two separate parts of the same poem. The blue is one piece and the red the other. This poem cannot be read by one person, as the blue and red should be read simultaneously.


Cry Rain

Rain bears reminding of God’s bitter tears
Lost are his blessings in cold, hardened fears

He cries for lack of empathy
He cries in souls divided
He cries when people’s endless hate
Forever gets ignited

Every felt raindrop brings stain to creation
Removed from the people He once felt relation

Can’t find morality in religion’s betrayal
Turns with disgust from extremist’s portrayal

He weeps when faced with persecution
He weeps for rights refrained
He weeps in words that seek to hurt
In bigotry sustained

Rain clouds gain pattern from God’s lonely perch
Intolerant speech marks an unholy church

He cries in lost inclusive virtue
He cries the narrow mind
He cries in doctrine twisted ‘round
That only serves to blind

Rain hopes for cleansing what preaching’s disgraced
Compassionate values might be more embraced

Copyright SGW 2004