3A fathom's call has reached the sky.
Upon the wind a child's cry
Falls swiftly to the sea-bed's dust
As shadow-clouds concede to die.
Then fall the raindrops, thousands strong,
To cull the force of ocean's throng,
But never could the sky's good gaze
So thwart the strength of wayward wrong.
They fall so fast that none decree
The errors of the faulty sea,
And when they strike, they rarely smite
The targeted monstrosity.
So oft the waters smock in spite,
To damn the sky's unsanctioned might,
But never will the brothers know
The common grounds of common right.
Ash to ash, and dust to dust,
Drop to drop, and no more trust
Will ever be upon their tears.
Mind the cries of wayward gusts,
Challenge not the fears of kin,
And find yourself the rain within.
As water is by sky and sea,
So too are men to claim such sin.
8/18/04