while this storm …

from the un-rhyming, un-metered, poet. I love a good thunder storm. A recent storm pulled these words from my heart. ( and from my fingers.)

while this storm…

I need you to sit with me here
While this storm
rolls in
The clouds thicken
thunder, distant, speaks
–

Help me to remember
While this storm
rolls in
its reflecting hint
of God in His glory
–

Do not leave me
While this storm
rolls in
As winds rise
And lightening warns
–

Sit with me please
While this storm
rolls in
Not to protect or guard
Just to be present
–

Watch with me here
While this storm
rolls in
To see once again
His promise that follows
–

while this storm
rolls on

-Mark Cooper