Angelarium Poetry Series: Matariel, Angel of Rain

From head to toe, the rain does fall
over cliff and edge it covers them all
The crops that sprout stand tall upon high
and always glow to the clouds in the sky
The men speak no wisdom, the women no truth
all switches in rain, upon Desmond, upon Ruth
Each night it does pour, for hours at a time
and all in from the sky, this product of mine
I weave this drops to entrench all of life
and in that dear blessing, my tears do strive…

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