I wonder…


Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the sound of a rainstick
Than the rain?

Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the sounds of a water fountain
Than a waterfall?

Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the sound of a seagull’s cry
Than an orphan’s cry?

Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the religion of the church
Than God?

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The Stars


The stars are cold and shiver,
Dripping raindrops of light
On the cemetery,
Bathing the headstones
Silver and luminous.
The silver lights spread and cover
The feet of those who tread here,
Pondering the night and the light
And what it is that
Makes the stars shiver.