You dip Your mighty hand in Nature's lake,
And upward waft the gossamer of steam.
Oh, Master! How your artful hands can make
The august storm whose gift we do esteem.
Until her heavy load should drench the night.
Her thundered laughs resound with fearsome mirth.
Her vestiments adorned with rampant light,
She dances on the thirsty lot of Earth.
She casts her body's raindrops as she flies.
As You, her Lord, instructed her to do.
And when she gives her last to Earth and dies,
Her sacrifice reminds all souls of You.
And whilst I sit at home and, awestruck, gaze,
I gather words to pour my gift of praise.














Comments
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."--Wilde
Peace, Love, Empathy, - M. *^i^*
I love love love it! Gosh, I just love storms.... [[It's storming where I am, too! lol]] But wow... The imagery/personification in this is absolutely amazing. I adore it!
~M
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♥♥♥Merryde Anne♥♥♥
1st Corinthians 13:13
But the greatest of these is love...
Can you love as HE loves?
♥♥♥Merryde Anne♥♥♥
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"The shoemaker can keep his elves, we cartoonists prefer a good muse."
~ HMontes on DA
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