by Gary Yoder

I heard you singing when the rain
Was waiting, hanging high
In a silk soft sky

I heard you singing when the raindrops fell
farewell, farewell

And when I left you (for I had to go)
My steps seemed slow,
When the rain was done,
And your song was sung

Gary is a composer, artist, poet, and photographer, pursuing beauty and the healing of his Father’s world through the arts.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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