I Am a Writer of Poetry, Short Stories and Novels
Moonlit Storm//
I remember walking down a path
-One that I do not recall- to the lake;
I remember the full moon, proud and white,
Being swallowed by an evening storm from the west.
I continued on my northerly stroll,
As the birds slowly discontinued their songs,
As the Earth held its breath in anticipation,
Of the first kiss of spring.
My world was no longer lit by the moon,
instead by light hidden in the heart of the storm.
By its flashing my eyes settled upon a mighty oak,
Standing watch over a small, still lake.
I resolved to make the oak my Refuge,
So long as I should reside in this place.
And I made my way to it to watch
As the storm bore down on my city.
I lay down nearby the oak
Relishing in the approaching petrichor
As I waited with the rest of creation
For the gentle touch of spring rains
My heart Leapt at the sight
Of lightning reaching across the sky
Through the grandiose branches
I melted as the thunder roared
“Behold,” the Lord said,
“I am God who sustains the Earth”
I watched as a creature in fellowship with all creation
In awe of its creator.
The rain reached down to creation
Bringing an end to the lifeless winter
And in my mind’s eye the Earth rejoiced
As it drank deeply of what The Lord poured for it
The rain came down in sheets
As I leaned against the oak
Watching the ripples soar over the lake
As each drop met its fate
The mighty storm soon passed by
The fanfare of thunder fading
Torrents of rain became a sprinkle
And the breeze delicately touched my face
My eyes silently followed the passing clouds
As they begrudgingly released their prisoner
the dim silhouette of the moon
Slowly she came from her exile
I worked my way back home
As the storm continued its march to the East
And the moon gave her light
Proudly announcing every beautiful detail
The storm towered above the earth
A mighty ship, adorned with unmatched craftsmanship,
Beautifully displayed by the moon’s white light
Sailing upon the deep blue, star studded night
The storm sailed on in near silence
Reaching toward heaven above,
Sending its lightning to the Earth below....
As if to connect the two
Thunder rumbled as cannons
As the storm rode the wind
Far, far away
And I wondered if I alone had loved its beauty
Is there another
Whose heart is touched by the power of a storm?
Does another hand write stories about such memories?
Is there another soul who loves life for life’s own sake?
Must I Chronicle these moments
Store them away to read before death?
Or, Lord my God, will you be gracious
And give me such a soul to adore?
I wish to live these moments with another
Whose heart beats for things mine beats for
Whose mind wanders down the paths mine does
Whose eyes search for the things mine search for
Whose heart Longs to be with you forever
O Lord, my rock and redeemer
I wait for you to send the spring rain
Send her to me that I may adore her
That my soul would rejoice and be refreshed
And Have one with which to adore the moonlit storm
I remember walking down a path
-One that I do not recall- to the lake;
I remember the full moon, proud and white,
Being swallowed by an evening storm from the west.
I continued on my northerly stroll,
As the birds slowly discontinued their songs,
As the Earth held its breath in anticipation,
Of the first kiss of spring.
My world was no longer lit by the moon,
instead by light hidden in the heart of the storm.
By its flashing my eyes settled upon a mighty oak,
Standing watch over a small, still lake.
I resolved to make the oak my Refuge,
So long as I should reside in this place.
And I made my way to it to watch
As the storm bore down on my city.
I lay down nearby the oak
Relishing in the approaching petrichor
As I waited with the rest of creation
For the gentle touch of spring rains
My heart Leapt at the sight
Of lightning reaching across the sky
Through the grandiose branches
I melted as the thunder roared
“Behold,” the Lord said,
“I am God who sustains the Earth”
I watched as a creature in fellowship with all creation
In awe of its creator.
The rain reached down to creation
Bringing an end to the lifeless winter
And in my mind’s eye the Earth rejoiced
As it drank deeply of what The Lord poured for it
The rain came down in sheets
As I leaned against the oak
Watching the ripples soar over the lake
As each drop met its fate
The mighty storm soon passed by
The fanfare of thunder fading
Torrents of rain became a sprinkle
And the breeze delicately touched my face
My eyes silently followed the passing clouds
As they begrudgingly released their prisoner
the dim silhouette of the moon
Slowly she came from her exile
I worked my way back home
As the storm continued its march to the East
And the moon gave her light
Proudly announcing every beautiful detail
The storm towered above the earth
A mighty ship, adorned with unmatched craftsmanship,
Beautifully displayed by the moon’s white light
Sailing upon the deep blue, star studded night
The storm sailed on in near silence
Reaching toward heaven above,
Sending its lightning to the Earth below....
As if to connect the two
Thunder rumbled as cannons
As the storm rode the wind
Far, far away
And I wondered if I alone had loved its beauty
Is there another
Whose heart is touched by the power of a storm?
Does another hand write stories about such memories?
Is there another soul who loves life for life’s own sake?
Must I Chronicle these moments
Store them away to read before death?
Or, Lord my God, will you be gracious
And give me such a soul to adore?
I wish to live these moments with another
Whose heart beats for things mine beats for
Whose mind wanders down the paths mine does
Whose eyes search for the things mine search for
Whose heart Longs to be with you forever
O Lord, my rock and redeemer
I wait for you to send the spring rain
Send her to me that I may adore her
That my soul would rejoice and be refreshed
And Have one with which to adore the moonlit storm
