Listening

listening alone to nature groan, heavy the rain does fall drip by drip inside my wall, this old house leaks this old house speaks thoughts pour from the sky as if learning how to fly, showers come down in crazy sheets I lie and listen to the strange things they bespeak lightning, thunder brings wild wonder the flood of mystery drowns history; things up, things down things nearly lost...things nearly found snakes slither owls fly people work, people die, together we ever move along like a river wide, deep and long some see the light some fear the dark, through it all we with God play our part across the land the four-winds will blow, the great waters will continue to flow... ...(far off, somewhere, the rain will end, for in the final analysis, Love shall win.) but here and now the roof still leaks, the floor still creaks; at times the house does cry and so do I; tonight I and the house are one and thus shall remain until the return of the sun like a stray dog looking for a bone like a drifter looking for a home, hope for what yet is to be found is what keeps our feet on hallowed, dry ground.