We all witness wrath’s beauty in Nature.
Love’s tragedy can be felt miles away,
Sometimes unknowing just how we may endure
the soft mystique of His crafty foray
within. We speak about the sheer damning
seasons we face now with human despair.
Another sweet shard of winter’s freezing
drifts and icy rains will grace our spring air.
While our lives continue forward in waves
that with each waking morning we suggest
our worlds will reign on. Be still, we can have
that flight in lightning’s glow, our hearts will rest.
Cloudy days, sunlight streams of elegance
will rest the souls of those She swept by chance
© Thom Amundsen 2014