A poem that appeared in my sadness after hearing that President Obama was drafting 30,000 more men to Afganastan.
Rain on down.
Rain on me.
Cleanse this world from our greed.
Rain for all the bleeding hearts, rain for all the wars we start.
Rain down hard, rain down loud, try and mute this crying out.
Wash our bloody hands away, wash our tears and our pains.
Cleanse our spirits with your rain.
Rain on me, let it pour, I am saddened by this war.
Then raise me up with the sword of peace, let me hear those birds so sweetly sing.
Lift my eyes up to the sky, reminding me that this war will one day pass us by.
Let your colors paint the sky as your faithfulness dries my eyes.
