Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Storm


Like a hand from heavens.
Window reaches down below.

Strike of lightening.
Felt when there was no clouds.

Worlds collide in all reality.
Piercing the unrelenting silence.

A word and then another.
Attempt to break through.

A world darkens around.
There are no clouds in sight.

Hear the pounding from miles away.
In its sudden approach.

It dares to break the dam.
One drop can break it all.

In the distance there is noise.
Lights swirl and dance around.

In comes the haze.
In comes the terror.

Looking to the heavens.
Peace transcends.

One drop of rain.
Upon another fall.

Overflows the floodgate.
Washes over the sturdy dam.

The rain has come.
Flows past all strongholds.

In wait for the storm to pass.
The rains recede.

Clouds break and reveal.
The beauty beyond.

The Storm has passed.
Praise Yahuwah for his mercy.



Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

3 comments:

  1. I agree. Mercy is one of the most beautiful things I can imagine.

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  2. I like it :) It was weird though, because I was going to write a poem about a storm. Creeeepy :P

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