Beyond the West Window

“The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul” I remember the valley rolled with thunder A section of tenors echoed from above The sky was shredded, by forked lightning Somehow that moment transcended love Static electric rose up through the cloisters The organist played like a demon inspired Rooftop gargoyles overflowed with water And eyes welled up, as if nature conspired Rivers were swollen, the lake was heavy A boy soprano, almost pierced the dome Landslides rumbled away in the distance High on ambivalence, I thought about Rome The conductor was whipped into a frenzy Fitfully pointing his wand in the air As the tempest outside reached crescendo Defiant altos, sang a hymnal prayer Beyond the west window, storms fell silent Shafts of light, shone through from space Together the choir reached out in emotion As they swayed stoically, to Amazing Grace Originally penned 08/10/22 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney 09/13/22