A second's angelic clarity falls
as all answers rain down from the sky.
An offering to answer prayers' calls
to know the questions and understand why.
A baptism of knowledge from the rain
showering sounds of saints and soft voices.
Relieved of tension and relieved of pain,
the pouring pattering guides our choices.
And then the droplets unsettle the dust
and vision once again becomes unclear.
Not knowing where to turn or who to trust
we are instead guided by cloudy fear.
Even the burning cannot pierce the haze
as both sun and rain are choked by the brume
and so to the shrouded Heavens I gaze
and ponder if this doubt will be my doom.
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