Poem – The Crying Rain

The rain is pouring through a grey and foggy sky.
I listen to the storm created as the angel’s cry.

The light is dark and the cold seeps in.
I hold tight to the goodness that I keep deep within.

Grateful that I live away from people and on the land.
Grateful that I can smell the ocean from the distant strand.

I hold tight to the creatures that are in my care.
I keep them warm and let them rest under my porch stair.

It is difficult at this time to get away from the storm.
It is painful to watch hate become a swarm.

But I know that what will work, is not what some want to perceive.
Too many want to live in a world of make-believe.

I believe that dreams can come true.
But not when one ignores the hate that some brew.

This world needs those that care enough to grow.
Beyond the thoughts that their ego wants to bestow.
~Suzanne Wagner~