Still falls the Rain--- Dark as the world of man, black as our loss--- Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails Upon the Cross. Still falls the Rain With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet On the Tomb: Still falls the Rain In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain. Still falls the Rain At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross. Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us--- On Dives and on Lazarus: Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one. Still falls the Rain--- Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side: He bears in His Heart all wounds,---those of the light that died, The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, The wounds of the baited bear--- The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare. Still falls the Rain--- Then--- O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune--- See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament: It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart That holds the fires of the world,---dark-smirched with pain As Caesar's laurel crown. Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man Was once a child who among beasts has lain--- "Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."
There was a time when I would be thrilled to see this amount of rain but today it's simply making my stomach turn over and tie in knots.
I have so much building material exposed to the elements, barely any roof on the trailer, new appliances and oak bathroom suite sat in an open trailer .....
And still it rains. It may not be the end of the world but it sure feels like it.
Last Sunday I gave John the $600 he needed to get the metal pipe to build a frame for the roof of the trailer and I pray he does what he has promised to do, but he's mourning the loss of a short relationship and getting his attention is so difficult.
Still I pray, pray that God nudges him and makes him aware that if I don't get a roof on this house all will be lost. Again. And here we are in the last part of September with the weather almost winter like.
So frustrating.
The roof or lack of, has become an especially pressing dilemma and the urgency to get it fixed a month ago seems to have no start or finish date. "Getting a roof over my head" is an almost ironically funny statement these days.
Jesse said that the metal I brought in from Roswell is not suitable for the roof, trust a woman to buy something that can't do the job. So I'm waiting for Don Spencer to tell me how much I owe for the remaining commercial metal on his ranch. Then I can go pick it up..
Lord, let me see the rainbow through this.
The contention between the citizenry of Lincoln County over the special election to keep Hubbard & Allred in our midst continues to cause a rift. With racetracks the world over going bankrupt, with the state of New York having to take over the Horseman's Association to prevent the "Triple Crown" from facing financial failure before 2011. With Las Vegas and all the gambling communities facing unparalleled decrease in activity leading to record breaking foreclosures and bankruptcies the mindset of those who expect Ruidoso Downs Racetrack to survive, with or without a tax, is beyond my comprehension.
When I first came to this region there was barely 13,000 residents in the 400 square miles of Lincoln County. It was a close knit community with deep ranching roots.
We rarely asked people where they were from, because we knew their entire family.
So many people have gone to be with the Lord, and some may not have gone that direction. We will have to wait and see. Others born and raised here have relocated. I miss them all.
Working ranches have been sub-divided and planted in houses and people from all over the world have moved here.
It's difficult to know your neighbor anymore. They came from New York, Texas, California, Mexico, Germany, Great Britain, Michigan. A representation of every region in the world seems to have come to live in Lincoln County to find their own piece of paradise.
But if you don't have peace, caring and compassion for your fellowman what good is that wonderful Sierra Blanca view?
Lord, come quickly. But please make it stop raining until you do.
