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In the Sermon of the Rain

I find forever in a laughing splash

And linger there a moment

‘neath our dancing May’s cascade.

A lightning strike

Still time enough

To dive beneath the diamond wave

As quickening and fast the flash

Is born

As flesh

Is born to meet the grave.

And find it deep

The seed and leaf

Are scattered in the tender cave.

The finders seek but without grief

The sepulcher

…and saved.