I.
A rose, a sunset,
God speaks; He speaks as well in
Lightning and thunder.
II.
Through my window flickered
Lightning, flashing fire in the sky;
What could I do but wake to watch it?
The chariot of God passed by.
III.
The storm is passed, the night is gone,
The morning comes with birds in song.
IV.
A flash, a thunder,
God speaks; He speaks as well in
Shadow, a whisper.
"The LORD is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the LORD hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet." ~Nahum 1:3
About Me
- Colin
- A collection of paradoxes: a literature major in Army ROTC; a lover of classical music, bluegrass, and heavy metal; a hopeless romantic who prefers the status of confirmed old bachelor; a socialized homeschooler; a neat freak whose desk is extremely messy....
The Runestone of a Blood-bound Warrior-poet
Of death and flowing Blood I sing,/ For death and flowing Blood did save/ Me from the fearful debt I owed,/ Imparting Life where once was Death alone.
2 comments:
I like it; the last line hits hard and reminds me of Exekiel *scratches head* was it 18 Cilla had me read the other day? idk.
Beautiful, Colin. So true.
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