They say the angels hide the sun
when they cry upon the land
because the light would betray
why they mourn for us today
driven by the questing wind
droplets seek to touch the souls
fearful of the consequence
hiding from the Lord’s good grace.
The seraphim seek only love
imparted with the raindrop’s kiss
flowing from the children’s eyes
questing for those far below
as clouds too dark with sorrow’s quest
again the sun is hidden back
circle round the gathering
the thunder sounds its trumpet call.
Gabriel rides on lightning’s fork
radiant in the storm’s loud voice
asking all to find their way
before the deluge consumes the day
the rain may fall in sheets at first
collect in hollows as pools converge
still the angels must pour forth
their sorrow at our shared comport.
May the drops on foreheads wake
the sleepers from their stumbling gait
into darkness beyond the storm
that feels no love from heaven’s pour
this last warning, wet embrace
delivered to the human race
the tears are omens sent to earth
from those who care high above.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161221.