Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Wearing Rain

I own no coins of silver
I own no cloth of gold
I have no jewels shining in my hair
There's nothing I can keep myself
There's nothing I can hold
God gives me rain to wear.

Some folk go clad in dirty rags
And some in velvet shoes
And some are dressed in linen, lily-fair
I comb the clouds for clothing
and weave my dress from dew
God gives me rain to wear.


Jamie said...

And never was anyone or anything more finely arrayed. Lovely poem.

Polly said...

Once again, I feel peace reading such beauty!

Desert Songbird said...

Very lovely.

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