MOURNING RAIN

I awake this morbid morning

To a sound familiar

Any other time it would seem like ordinary rain

But today it beats down like non-stop bullets--arriving right on time

Oceans fall from the muddy skies

Revealing all guilt and sorrow that the Gods can no longer hide

Fragile humans no longer sleep

So like the Gods-we warriors now weep

And now finally on par

The middlemen – Angry angels-- band together

To bring us peace and light

But until then

We must kneel down and pray

And as we lay anointed with tears as heavy as the Towers’ fall

We must realize that the end is not here at all

And NOW it is the gods who worship Us

Who hold Us in esteemed awe

Where they used to dance and revel and judge

Now recline and try to close their gaping mouths from the shock

We peer out our blackened windows

And catch each drop with our stare

And as we watch these shades of rain we remember who we really are and what we are made of

Like the rain we are all separate but now connected to a cause

To try to live in hope and not despair

The gods finally feel Our strength

And try to comfort us with theirs as never before

As if they are on our side and again sublime

They peek inside our souls

And can’t believe that these so called ‘mortals’

Possess a greater power then they

That during our greatest hour in need

We do not falter or relinquish our faith in each other

And not lay down in defeat -but rather start to weave a brand new cloth, which will wrap itself around the wounded, and the scorned

And as we continue in forgiving the gods

For their neglect and unforseeable horror

As a city, a nation and the world We never once forget the heartfelt pain

And in this moment of silence let us, the Gods and All

Pay homage together --

In this MourningRain

September 14, 2001- 2 days after Sept 11 it rained darkly all day

Lisa Medici