Ron VanHooser Poet Free verse

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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.

Lullabies of Thunder

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.

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