dim rains sop
life loses all meaning
or so it is told
by the dark voices deep within
nagging and beckoning
the holy walker of love
nagging and beckoning
for an end of the lonesome walk
nagging and beckoning
for submission to the rains

but out of the brick chimney
the visiting sparrow starts his song
and hope begins her beckoning
and fear abandons reckoning
for the walker of holy love

and out of the heart of the true
flows the stuff
that strengthens and sustains
as the walker walks another day

and with a hearty giggle
and a deep breath of the forever breeze
the song of the salsa begins
and the walker dances on