T. Alfred Norman
Summer Storm - Poem by T. Alfred Norman
Raindrops on my feet offer hope in the middle
of the desert summer. Many prayers and sweat
beads are offered for the feeling.
Night lightning causes the clouds to blossom
with the white luminescence of a smile from God,
which floods the floor of Heaven, awakening angels
and inspiring summer rains, its graceful tone
showering upon us from his celestial throne,
Blessing the babes asleep in their cradles.
Thunder rumbles from the South, reminding me
Of his voice, my great-uncle Paul, clad in his denim
signature, over-alls, laughing with the lines of time
Fresh on his face, hence....
The cool moist winds stir me
away from my complacence, Revealing inner will to free
the breeze within me, as Nature gives the desert its dew,
to witness the fruits of its thirsty patience.
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