Falling is the dawn’s rain,
God’s watering of expressions
of life’s grief and its joys;
our tears of the same…
As we willfully walk
in the bosom of nature,
let us not fear her wetness
but be bearing cisterns
waiting to be overflowed
with anointing waters of grace—
anointing waters—sustaining us
in the challenges life tries to dry out
our souls with—as we journey on.
Let the lesson of the dream’s mission
be not only for freedom just ringing out
but also raining down healing waters
of peace and love nourishing our roots;
It’s time for the grief of flooding waters
to be transformed into tears of joy
falling like the liberated dawn rain
from dark clouds that once detained them.