The rain falls
Like tears:
Sometimes soft
but unrelenting,
Like the ache of a loss
Long ago
But never gone:
Sometimes harsh
and frightening
Like raw grief
Tearing the fabric
Of the soul.
Yet still
Amid the rain
And sorrow
There is the faint echo
Of the angels’ song
Distant but inescapable
A reminder
That amid
The rain
And pain
The Son
Is born.
Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission