Storms
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Storms
A contradiction in terms
A rumble in waiting
To see the clouds before the fury hits,
is perhaps to understand true rage of heart.
Silver lingings that mask the truth.
An unpredictable force that at one moment releases destruction.
The next, bringing forth life giving nourishment.
Was it no wonder that Jah promised not to unleash this at Armageddon?
See how it ripples through the trees.
Bidding them to do its will.
May we humbly bow befor him on his day of fury.
Copyright © Julia Brown Badr | Year Posted 2017
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