The Tempest
THE TEMPEST
Before the tempest nothing moves,
Goose bumps shiver my flesh.
Before the clomp of horses hooves,
The storm’s about to thresh.
Trees shake their heads like ceiling fans,
Tear drops splatter with clapping hands.
Trees shake their heads,
Trees shake their heads...
We wonder what the tempest plans!
Screams - howling wind at summer’s moon,
The wolves do not relent.
June’s breaking limbs, my life it’s strewn -
Storm seeks my soul’s repent.
Pounds in my ears! The drums I hear...
Tortured tympan, it’s death I fear.
Pounds in my ears,
Pounds in my ears…
Torrent of night, oh disappear!
A river passes by my home,
And rainbow’s overhead.
O Son, I pray your peace to come,
Free from the sin I dread.
My youth reborn, my verdant hope -
Virgin Violets thrive, washed with soap.
My youth reborn,
My youth reborn…
God’s calming word, taught me to cope.
Kim Rodrigues ©2016
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016
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