Listen

 To hear the rain on the roof,

  the sound of someone singing.

It is balm for the soul,

  when the times are dark.

A light in the midst of sorrow,

  the tears coming, dropping.

On us all as we mourn the loss

  of our connection with one another.

Finding our way in the storm

  fear has separated us.

We look for our own way to safety,

  forget anyone else, we are important.

Yet when we listen, we won't hear

  just the waves, but another lost soul.

Finally we will know we aren't alone

  someone is there, reaching a hand.

Someone we know in our depths,

  saying peace, be still, find each other.