***only Grace Can Dance In With The Rain! Poem by Clemence Wega

My nature being human,
Can never see the beauty of a silent grave
And lament the joy of a burning fire
Neither can I dance in mud without a question
Or smile and laugh without amusement
Cry without pain or excessive joy
Or celebrate death without shading a tear.

So shall I walk it the streets and jump for joy,
When reason grabs my limps in embarrassment?

Who can dance with the rain,
Like he knows no to question and no to reason?
Finds joy to nothing and praises what he sees not
Get wet in the rain and dance in the mud

Why can’t we find love?
In the face of children of the streets
Look beyond the searching eyes and corrupted hearts,
And feed the baby in them than the one who searches your face
After all it was not by their choice, or by design
But, it was our deeds, human nature
Now dressed dirty and hungry appealing to us, their kind

Our conscience is ruled by embarrassment
Hence we frown and walk sideways, leaving a child to shame
What loss is there if us human nature give our own?
Rather than feeding the perilous mouths of our sins?

Look for no reason to give, and give without reason.

For only grace can dance in the fire and never ask why,
dance in the rain never to look for a towel.