The Glory and the Grandeur
with punishing fury
yesternight
the skies wreaked their havoc
a rat-a-tat-tat of hail bullets
midst wave upon wave of rain
drenching the earth
this morn winds whipped
and whistled
cross bleak landscapes
occasional afterthoughts
of cloudbursts stinging the souls
of loners, prowling
debris-strewn alleyways
the glory and the grandeur
of Nature on display full force
some storm the heavens, call it evil
an omen of imminent doom
the wise man blesses the Creator
thanks Him Who makes seedlings bloom
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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