Into the Storm
INTO THE STORM
I saw great billows fill and build
over verdant hills of grace
as shining songbirds danced and trilled
and the sun fell into place.
Then behold the mighty nimbus
alight in their dying flames,
strike like an angry mistress,
her thunder her crying shame.
Up, up they roiled and soared
in righteous indignation, as
lightning's flash betrayed their swords
and their witnesses' admiration.
From far and near this fearsome threat
with trepidation viewed;
many looked in fervent sweat,
in others no panic brewed.
As minutes passed these monsters
renounced their epic vim,
for their ire could last no longer,
slid away as the dusk grew dim.
So heed the signs in the heavens
when fright your calm disturbs,
turn around when storm clouds beckon
or receive what you may deserve.