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.
poem by Albrando Lucino
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