Thunder God

Thunder God 

Mighty, mighty Thunder Being;
Spread your wings with delight.
Be a beacon for a dark world;
Make your storms tonight.

Dance in lightning;
Soar with grace.
Make loud thunder;
In electric haste.

Awaken the masses;
charge their energies.
Guard over your peoples;
From land and seas.

Shake things up;
Create your chaos.
Let the whole world know;
That you are BOSS!

God of Thunder, Ancient Warrior;
Keeper of the sky.
Hear my call, answer my prayer;
The Cherokee shall never die!

By: Darlene Doll Smith
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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July 3, 2015 at 7:46 AM
So many times, Darlene, I have stood at a door or window to watch a storm, and said, "You go, God. Show them who's boss! Loved this poem.
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May 25, 2015 at 8:24 AM
Excellent poem, Darlene; the Cherokee must never die.
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