Faith Raining Back Poem by Keith Dovoric

No island of escape
No heart that can't be found
The plague at last arrived
The ship is run aground

The wind has brought pollution
Pollution to the soul
The suffering and delusion
The spirit black as coal

Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Faith raining back down

The fields are wet with deluge
The crops will not be there
A life of broken pilgrimage
Can never be repaired

While a lukewarm invitation
Has cast your soul in peril
In vulgar conversation,
We allowed our lips to settle

Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Your faith raining back down

There is no Purgatory
And there is no in-between
Your hesitance and tarry
By God's eyes will be seen

So wander into morning
Your eyes still caked in sleep
The glory of awakening
Shall raise you among sheep

And close your eyes, dear child
Come listen to the sound
Of your faith raining back
Your faith raining back down