Tides of the Enigma

In the mist of a downpour,

I feel my inmost being awaken;

streaks and streams of lightning and

the deep grumble of thunder sends

waves of vibration through the ether,

humming through my bones

into the depths of the unknown.

What is it about a storm

that reforms my volition

and challenges my dispositions,

awakening my slumbering soul

with memory of its mission.

What is it about a storm 

that mirrors the years

of Love’s fighting and striving

against the chest of death.

In the beginning,

The Spirit of God hovered over The Deep;

In the midst of the storm that power seeps

into my soul

and I lash out in love like lightning.

Radical and violent is the 

Love that subdues the seas

and love’s its enemies;

that gives grace to the face

of the unworthy.

It is this Love

that is well acquainted

with just how tainted

humanity’s hardened heart

has strayed,

yet chooses to love anyway.

There’s something about a storm

that echoes the beginning;

like a cosm- of eternity imprinting

its reality in a cloud,

a rolling gray shroud

that speaks its maker’s name aloud;

The Great Eye Am of the storm.