I Can Hear Him Coming
I sense the air sizzle
As it begins to boil
Brimstone and lava
Scorch sand and soil
The animals flee
To escape the unknown
The ground opens wide
To release all he’s sewn.
Not only do I Hear him,
I can feel him too
No one escapes his coming
He’s seeking me and you!
Copyright © Glenda Smith | Year Posted 2019
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