Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Storm in the Meadow



Storm in the Meadow


Deep gray billowed masses sweep from the sky
Flashing warnings to the darkened day
Tumbling angry poundings of heaven's cry
To earth against a superficial way
Rotted debris is raised aloft to fly
Through judgments piercing double edged ray
Thick torrents strike the ground to purify
Washing away the remnants of decay
Amid the tribulation at its height
Northward a translucent blue appears
Most awesome and paradoxical sight
Promises that a better hour is near

By upheaval is nature's work pursued
And with peace restored, all may be renewed

~Sojourn Online