Poem: Presence in a Storm

May 17th, 2006

Something about a storm makes me
Feel the presence of Yahweh.
My God – Papa – His name fills my mouth
As sweet as honey.
The thunder, the lightning…
It’s all Him, nothing more, nothing less.
His strength blowing against the trees,
Making them bow down to Him,
Their creator.
The rain announcing His omnipresence,
He’s always there, washing us over.
It’s overpowering – the sound of the
Millions of drops, echoing and falling.
Constant drop, drop, drop, drip, drop.
I’m chilled inside by the eerie feeling of the air
Yet warm by the understanding –
He’s here and I’m nothing.

Sarah ><>

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