by Jane Tawel
Sky and Earth in Rain
By Jane Tawel
March 13, 2021
Sky’s brow sweats with labor;
the earth is replenished
with heaven’s pleasing perspiration.
Earth, in her turn, turns.
Round and round and round
flinging ocean, sea, and pond
back into Sky’s opened-mouth face.
Sky as Heaven, Earth as Gaia,
powerful in servitude to each other;
delighting in shared toiling.
Earth dances, opening herself up
to Sky’s rain and —
both, so in love!
Heaven and Gaia merge,
symbiotic in creation.
The blues of sky are borne-away
and seeming dead in grey hues,
mourning clouds as black as burial clothes,
the world looks up at the bereavement.
Only the old folks will watch the sky
and know —
Surprising endings make the best stories.
Ah, the sky’s eyes are tearing-up!
Only the parents know
the welcome oxymoron of the heavens’ happy tears.
Light, though hidden, eyes though clouded,
Love’s light, like the sun, never leaves the heart.
Rain is heavens’ tears shed in joy.
The skies know that nothing ever really dies.
The casket opens around the keening clouds.
The heavens resurrect themselves
pouring the gift of life
into earth’s open-armed delight.
The canopy of sky folds,
and through the gaps of cover,
all heaven breaks loose;
the earth is bathed from head to toe.
And dirty roots and filthy feet and pining pinnacles,
are washed with grace of falling rain.
The sky husbands the earth,
his seed pours forth,
and earth open’s up to sky’s embrace.
Love, given and received;
the over-whelming mystery of earth and sky,
true soul- mates, wed forever,
The earth opens to
all sky’s love -spent pourings.
And at earth’s breast
all children are fed.
New life from married bliss.
© Jane Tawel 2021