Holy angels lead black storm clouds with the wild wind.
Warm summer sun replaced by the steady flash of lightning.
Sweetly singing song birds are replaced with the mighty crash of thunder.
Hard falling rain washes away the dry dust once hanging in the air.
The Great Almighty Spirit is just cleansing the Earth, tending to His creatures,
destroying the corrupt, testing the good.
Should we feed our minds and souls on a simple thing like faith?
Dare we shun the might of man as we walk through our days perpetually on guard?
Under many wrongs will we tend our paths so neatly.
Frightening is the pain we see with the passing of each and every storm
Within our minds we find nothing just, and nothing of man that is holy!
Michael R. Roth