Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Clouds remove the sparkling sun Tear; a loaded cobalt gun Bleeding with the sight of rain Tears that make one feel insane. Silently, uplifted hands Dare to touch the stormy air Dare to feel the crushing storm Dripped in autumn's hazy warmth. Think not that rain heralds hate Or the sun has come too late These dark clouds are neither tears But life---replenishing the years.