Outside, the gentle spring rain softly cascades,
Its pitter - patter falls on soil and sea;
Its calming sound a symphony that beckons,
With the promise that, in sleep, all dreams shall be.
One wonders as it falls in gentle flutter,
From the cotton-wool of clouded, greying skies,
That perhaps this rain is really tears from heaven,
Sent earthward by a God above who cries.
As tranquil calm invades my silent moments,
I think in awe of he who’s three in one,
And not perhaps those I was taught since childhood;
But rather Buddha, Allah, and the Holy Son.
Outside, the gentle spring rain is now silenced,
The earth now damp in sunshine’s warmth and calm,
This peace allows my mind the possibility
That heaven’s trilogy someday, walks arm in arm.
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25th September, 2001
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