Awed and confused we watched
beneath the elders of dawn,
distracted by the sudden darkness and mad clatter
of the terrible chariots of rain
thundering down our rooves and onto the terrain,
trees buffeted and bowed by the wind’s wet whips.
The rain rained its blows
within the storm’s sudden throes.
The awe and sound in our dawn
was distracted by the rain
racing down our rooves to its uttermost end
where the splayed leaves tumbled in the wind.
And I heard the screeching singer in this wind
within the tree’s bantering branches
and I saw the helpless dawn
rise like a watcher of the land,
sadly aware of the thundering on our skinny rooves
and rain-torn earth where the waters rose,
where trees bowed beneath the storming hooves.
I feel the Lord in our land;
There is no cleverer One in the branches of the universe.
Yes, I hear the sound of His chariots thundering our land.
And here within the
elders of time, He hurls the dawn;
He rises before us in our awe;
He walks through our
rains and winds surveying the land.
I hear the Lord; He thunders Himself through our skinny rooves,
throughout our stormy earth, through the darkest of our dawns
that remain strapped to the raging waters of our now.
And when we call to His will,
our fears and storms are calmed.
I Hear God’s mighty chariots thundering
throughout the earth so buffeted and bowed
by its wind-blown sundering.
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