These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Thunderstorm

Rippled, rolling thunder sounds,
often BOOM alarms.
Rainy falls on the porch abound,
carried by His Arms.

Thunder in the heart of man,
shaken by distress.
Watching, waiting, shattered plan,
"Help" from a lifelike mess.

Thunderstorms seem harsh at first.
The noisy sounds break peace,
but earthly plants are quenched of thirst.
Emotions find release.

What can the God of all, that's made
be doing in this clash
'tween what's not seen, and what's displayed
when Hope's a pile of ash?

The newest forests of the West
were seeded in great heat
when old things burned in a firey test
when new things beauty meet.

E'en thunderstorms their hopes do give
to those who wait, and watch,
releasing grace, and ways to live,
'neath Wings to peaceful lodge.
(Psalm 91:1-4, KJV)

The storm will last for but a time.
The benefits increase.
His ways with Man are true, sublime.
His lasting gift is peace.
(John 6:37,44, KJV)

by Jay O’Toole
on January 4th, 2023