Hope is an Open Umbrella


I hold my small umbrella,
Feel it tug against the wind.
It keeps me dry beneath a sky
That’s dark with fear and sin.

I hold tight to the handle,
Though it challenges my grasp.
I’m dry despite the downpour
Waiting for this storm to pass.

I cannot stop the raindrops.
I can’t escape the storm.
I pull my jacket tighter,
Though it barely keeps me warm.

I am caught with all the others
Who stand bravely in this rain,
Our umbrellas raised to shield us
From the hatred and the blame.

A howling rage blows fiercely;
Greed intensifies the gloom,
So we stand, umbrellas strong
Against the harbingers of doom.