Across the darkening skies, I see a flash
Of lightning's silhouette seeming scary with
Some claps of deafening thunder that down crash
-A sign of miracles that break a myth!
It rains in torrents that appease the lands
Much parched for long, unable to raise crops,
And cleaning grounds and stealing precious sands
-An inkling of a future bright with hopes.
God cleanses every polluted river,
And cities, towns and lanes with garbage much;
He is the Master-Carer and Driver,
Who makes all moves with deftness, Midas' touch.
The God of justice works in mighty ways,
Surprising human beings in life's days.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-09-2014
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