Phone Calls

Remember when I called you
Stuttered every breath
Holding tightly to the phone
Tangled up in emotion

And

Bad connections

As I listened to you breathing
Panting on the other line
I found my thoughts wandering

To another place, another time.

There is a Thunder in His Wake

The sky, in it's blacken fury
Rips in shards of light

Hiding

Down among the weeds
Are the men who quiver and shake

Hoping

That the beautiful God
Would leave them to their peace

Oh what a fury!

Their voices cry
The tremors shake their voice
And the tears are slowly stirring

Yet the only call from that lonely God
Is the crack from the sky
And the world below is illuminated again

Oh what fury!

Does that lightning crash
Clashing with the trees down below
Setting fire to the world around
And as the men, small as ants run

Out through the clouds appears the sun.