Painting and Poem by Dr. Abe V. Rotor
There is time to be meek,
The lake and sun and their art -
Between the sea and a lonely creek
Set two worlds wide apart.
Clouds make a giant shroud,
Drums are heard yonder;
The sky weeps, meek is the proud,
As the earth melts in the lake.
Rage and break, rage and break,
On the cold wall and be free;
Make the sky and the river meet
Under the rainbow by the lake.
Wash the sweat on my brow,
And let me go along with thee;
I’ll sing your song as we flow
To where the world is free.
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