November 16, 2018
Photo by Barbara Klipper

The Song
A Poem by Hilde Oleson

There is music in the raindrops
I cannot follow the tune.
Somewhere in me is a discordant note
That will not listen, will not join a chorus.
But as the rain becomes a flood of notes
Too loud, too strident to ignore.
The sky is torn apart by lightening,
A flash of fire descending through the rain.
But then the bass note thunders down
Pouring its message to our ears.
Listening or not, we have to hear it,
We have to listen with our hearts
Which beat in sequence with the rain.
We have to listen with our hope lit by the fire from the sky,
We have to listen to the song we do not understand.


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