Thunder

Do you ever stop and wonder

What emotions lie with thunder?

How the clouds move asunder

And here we are, perplexed by going under?

Being lost is being found,

Being quiet is being sound,

Being clear is being blind,

Being mind is being kind.

I rarely think about these contradictions.

Everything always feels like a competition,

and soon I get caught in the addiction.

Desiring to be bold, to be different, to understand,

Makes me wonder, "Do I have to stand?"

I question my rests and my pauses,

The mindless problems, the mindless causes,

and still I have not found a single part to say,

"God, I wish you'd go away."

For I stand upon a mighty hill of my creation,

Build on good will and imagination.

My words soar through the skies,

My tears flow, but not with hopeless goodbyes.

Let the thunder fall hard and fast,

Make this moment go on and last,

Forever so that I may embrace this light,

And have the courage and will

To do what is right.