As I look above me into the angry sky
And I hear the dark rage of thunder
Bolts of lightning pierce the heavens
And vicious winds blow the leaves asunder
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I am frightened by fierce clouds attacking
It feels as if I am right there in their midst
They boil with a vengeance I cannot comprehend
Leaving my body immobile – wanton – transfixed
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I turn to the heavens and I pray for shelter
From the fury I alone cannot possibly escape
Because I’ve tried to run and I’ve tried to hide
But all I saw was Fear in its ominous shape
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Then I close my eyes for I want to see no more
And I run inside, seeking refuge and protection
Yet I still hear the howling wind outside my window
And I ask myself.. Is this God’s way of manifesting rejection?
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Again.. the thunder explodes and pierces the night
Violent flashes reveal haunting silhouettes in the dark
Eeriness seeps in through my window pane
Reminding me that I am alone.. once again..
This poem reminds me of the past few weeks… We’ve been having storm after storm here. I mean really huge storms with really huge hail and lots of lighterning and thunder…
I believe God makes himself known via different ways… one of them is the weather. Bad storms help bring us closer to God just as bad things that happen in life often do. For example, many people never pray until something bad happens to them.
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that is very true. the bad helps us better appreciate the good.
(sorry for the late response)
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