I’m in the Walmart buying lightbulbs
when the heaven’s break loose
and pour down rain so fierce
it rumbles and makes a deafening roar against the roof
and all the shoppers stop and look at each other
and when we look in each other’s eyes
I know we are all thinking the same thing
that this earth we stand on can just rock, and reel, and split clean open
and there’s not a thing we can do to stop it
and aren’t we all just insignificant specks
and isn’t this body of flesh so weak, so vulnerable
All day long the storm rages and the skies pour and boom and flash
and it seems like the creation around me really is groaning, is mourning
and that all creation is in the time of Lent
waiting for the Resurrection
when He makes all things new
Still following,
Elizabeth









