The Sky, Does Cry
by Joy Clark
(Dedicated to Maya Angelou)
I open my eyes, hoping to find an array of sunshine.
But, only clouds filled the sky,
I wonder why?
I speak to the sky for the first time,
wondering how it reached this change of mind.
I listened closely as it told its truths,
concerning its point of view.
She spoke softly at first,
and louder, only after realizing she had my attention, first.
She asked, Why do you expect me to shine?
All the things I see, deflates every part of me.
My Moon, feels blue,
My Stars are too,
the hate, wars and calamity we see in our view.
My Sun grows weary,
of providing relief
to the tears that come directly from the clouds in me.
You see?
I take on more then the lakes and breeze,
I feel the pain, and suffering with ease.
The Sky Does Cry!
I Cry for the babies that are taken from mothers,
I Cry for the Lonely hearted lovers,
I Cry for the memory lost in elders,
The Sky Does Cry!
I Cry for the soul that wants to kill,
I Cry for the sick and for the ill,
I Cry for the Ones who believe the lies,
The Sky Does Cry!
Now she says, Don't worry about me
I will be renewed one day, you see?
I will have a new earth to look upon
and No more Tears,
Left in Me, to even Give.
