April 1987

 

Evening Service, April 5, 1987

 

the rain is falling

hard

I hear it on the roof

wooden arch

pointing out God

a different sound altogether

than the whispers of saints

fellow sinners all

in the pauses in the songs

I hear it

the gentle applause

of a thousand transient hands

dancing on the roof

wooden arch

pointing to heaven

as raindrops fall