Storm Meditation

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Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain, while tree limbs sway and I realize,

something within me enjoys the wildness of the storm, thunder rolls and boils in the sky,

yet I’m not afraid, instead…amazed how creation nourishes the earth, as the rain becomes gentle again.

     

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Mystical Snowstorm

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As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,

following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing

at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?

Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?

A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,

and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.

           

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Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

Within the Thunder

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I wonder, does God get angry within the thunder? Or is it simply a matter of heat vs. cool air?

Last night I watched the rain from our porch, as if waiting for a revelation,

but it was only a downpour, pounding on the streets, driven by wind.

If God spoke……I didn’t hear Him…….at least, not this time.

     

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