Stormy morning – All at once You open the floodgate… The roar of the wind, the peal of the thunder, the flashing of lightning, the deluge of rain, the darkest of gray – All one big cloud descending on the earth. These are my sobs – The flood of disappointment, damage, destruction. The fall. Trees bend, then break under the weight of Your anger. Fleeting. It lasts but a moment.
Then it is quiet, Lighter. The wind is stilled. The rain turns to gentle weeping, making the tiniest of ripples In the puddles created just moments before – Nothing but a sigh. You take the harshness. You make it soft. The clouds take shape. Clarity, perspective, a respite, a rest Before the brightness of the sun erases all signs Of what I know was real and mysterious, scary and majestic.
From life to death to life again. From whole to broken to restored anew. From strong to weak to vulnerable to real. Such a plethora Of emotions and thoughts, dreams and desires Spoken in your creation. You are God, the one and the only. The cycle of life continues.