End of Dry Times

Sweet tears of the Father flew down from the sky

To light upon Earth Mother’s breast

They slackened the dust to a warm fertile nest

Resurrected the river run dry

 

(chorus)

Sing to me softly

Whisper in my dreams

Press your wet kiss warm upon my cheek

Let your gentle rain rock me to sleep

 

The long dark of winter gave birth to the spring

The locked gates of the garden to release

We offered up our prayers that the gods would be pleased

And bright blessings to all they would bring

 

But the seeds we had sown lay fallow in the field

Awaiting unkept promises of rain

The heart of the Goddess could but cry out in pain

Pleading that the heavens kindly yield

 

Blazing rays seared the soil for time upon time

Until nary a weed could survive

The soul of the land had long leapt from this life

And deserted the divine design

 

Dark clouds gathered close to blacken the air

The lightning and the thunder followed fast

Yet wave after wave of storm front blew past

Departing in a tempest of despair

 

The Goddess grew barren, her mantle cracked and torn

With little hope of harvest in the fall

A butterfly took pity; the South Wind she did call

To send a sultry summer thunderstorm

 

Sweet tears of the Father flew down from the sky

To light upon Earth Mother’s breast

They slackened the dust to a warm fertile nest

Resurrected the river run dry

 

 

Thomas Hubbard (11/2005)

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