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.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Wearing Rain
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3 comments:
And never was anyone or anything more finely arrayed. Lovely poem.
Once again, I feel peace reading such beauty!
Very lovely.
Manic Monday - Wear
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