Lullabies of Thunder
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Ron VanHooser.
As a child there were times when the violent Ozark mountain weather would scare me. One place we lived had my bed in a kind of loft right below the metal roof of the house we lived in. That loft had one window at one end and during summer storms the pounding of the rain on that metal roof, the flashes of lightning and the repeated rolling sound of thunder would scare the young boy sleeping right below that metal roof. Eventually the lightning casting shadows into that room and the sounds of thunder would become my lullaby and I learned to sleep pleacefully through it all. Even now, decades later, I sleep best when it is storming outside.
The sun has taken a day off,
sleeping in blankets of silver
while the Earth dances a slow pirouette,
like the venerable ballerina she is, on her axis.
I ponder the grayness
while thinking of haiku to pass the time,
wondering of what the sun dreams
during its times of solar slumber.
A rose awakens,
blooming with the kisses of dewdrops
caressing her brow.
The heavens softly weep.
I know not whether for joy or sorrow.
These tears of God are shed this morning,
but the land and I are cleansed and nourished.
The fabric of the sky is rent
by sudden streaks of violence
that shatter the peace of my reverie
and threaten to unsettle my soul.
Sabers of lightning
duel throughout the morning
to sate their anger.
Their fury sends fear to my heart’s threshold,
but it finds the door safely barred
by the still waters of the Spirit’s serenity,
keeping me untouched by disquietude.
I find lullabies in the thunder,
and the sleep of newborns follows
into a realm where the storm dissolves
within the calmness of God.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment