Fall to Peaces

Come down, down, down.

Play follow the leader

until liter after liter

burnishes the field

and soaks my soul.

 

Rain, acquiesce to gravity.

Give in to the thirst

of earthen wear.

Don’t ever stop

in mid-air.

 

Play upon our gutters

and splay the timpani

white noise through

the gaping window.

Seize and distill.

 

Peace-drops, keep descending,

cleansing like a prayer.

Be our confessions,

our kneeling grace

and gratitude to God.