Providential Hope In The Windy City

The streets of chicago
are settled by raindrops in this spring

Each sound surrounded by trumpets
of citizenry on their quest to fortune

Where medicine and teaching are combined
into one and bolstered by magic faith

Where the residual hopes of forgiveness
in the healing power of life can conquer

Sweet chicago rain, surround me now
consume my body in providential hope.

by Albrando Lucino

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