Thurman P. Woodfork


Rod, walking alone in the rain
So the droplets hide your pain
As they mingle with your tears;
I pray the hurt eases with the years.
It does no good to conceal
The aching void that you feel:
May the healing touch of rain
Soothe away those years of pain;
May tranquil rainbows of relief
Guide you to the end of grief.
Instead of the masking rain
May you walk in sunlight again.

Author’s Note: For Rod Keckler