Forgiveness

In the secret place of thunder Before the rain You speak my name At the crack of lightening My soul, set ablaze with restlessness Awaits the awakening. What is this thunder rumbling Down valleys of distant memory? What is this agitation Leading to contemplation Of thoughts and words and ways I have revealed my heart? Why does yesteryear seem like yesterday With the same thunder and the same rain? I hear Your voice name me as someone not the same... Needing the rain to kiss my tears Renewing me In the secret place of thunder I release my anger and You see what You have always known In the place where I cannot hide No matter what manner of thunder lies within I hear my name Like gentle rain whitewashing the porch steps Which lead to my door. by Barbara Aquila