12.2.13

The Wind and the Rain

When I was just a young man I met a B.C. girl;
She'd warn me on my visits,
with hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
But I did not believe her,
It never rained on me.
Until I asked her hand -
A riverside picnic that never was to be,
for the rain it raineth every day. 

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
     With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
A foolish thing was but a toy,
     For the rain it raineth every day. 

Now I am a father and much a B.C. man;
I'd warn them when they played
with hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
But children will be children,
and nothing keeps them in,
and thus we built mud castles,
for the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
     With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
'Gainst Knaves and Thieves men shut their gate,
     For the rain it raineth every day. 

Sine then I've entered ministry and seen so much go wrong;
I'd warn them day by day,
with hey, ho, the wind and rain.
It takes more than umbrellas to hold the pain at bay.
We lock our doors and shut our gates,
but still there is the window through which the tragic comes,
for the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas, to wive,
     With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
By swaggering could I never thrive,
     For the rain it raineth every day. 

The answer's not in confidence nor cautionless behavior;
no shield of man can ever trump the sheer blind force of nature,
with hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
Nature, our enemy, is not one green and wild,
but nature dark and blighted,
which only one can mend.
For the rain it raineth every day. 

But when I came unto my beds, 
     With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
With toss-pots still had drunken heads, - 
     For the rain it raineth every day. 

Even running will not help us, swift feet, strong drink, nor sleep.
Eventually we must wake up clear
with hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
Best to stand and look, beyond the cloudy sky,
toward the second Adam, the one true face on high.
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
     With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
But that's all one, our Play is done,
     And we'll strive to please you every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
with hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
The one who spoke that word is present,
if we will turn and see,
and He does strive to save and hold us each and every day. 

(The Wind and The Rain by William Shakespeare)

2 comments:

Inspector Clouseau said...

A contemplative blog.

Nice blog work. I came across your blog while “blog surfing” using the Next Blog button on the Nav Bar located at the top of my blogger.com site. I frequently just travel around looking for other blogs which exist on the Internet, and the various, creative ways in which people express themselves. Thanks for sharing, and I hope that the start of your New Year has been good thus far.

Andrew Demoline said...

Thank you very much, and I'm glad you like it.