Here

The rain beats down on houses,

people inside staying dry,

the rain beats down on cars,

splashing through, headed home,

the rain beats down on heads

on their pathways 

towards their chosen shelters,

the rain beats down

on those who have none

And every one of these is worthy,

and every one of these deserves a home

and every one of these deserves redemption

from whatever made them feel they were alone

The rain may fall

but no judgment

falls upon the heads

of those who find themselves

here in this state of consciousness,

here where their blessing precedes them.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 8, 2017