Hailstones bounce on the vans rooftop.
Harsh, fierce, strong as if hurled by the Lord above.
Portraying his anger of those lacking spiritual love.
The Lord works in mysterious ways, of that I’m told.
How short are my days? ? ? - will I grow old? ? ?

Looking through a slightly fogged window,
hearing the whistle of a siren blow.
Sitting quietly peering into the darkness of night
Barren road for many dark miles with no one in sight

The hail stopped but the rain continued to pour.
Raining tears through heavens door,
while the brilliance of a lonely star
showed its glitter high above the mountain,
creating a silhouette of a glorious heavenly fountain.

Slowly the storm came to an abrupt end.
I collected my thoughts and stepped out of the van.
My feet pressed firmly the soft cushion of earth
married by the afterbirth of rain.

Suddenly the darkness became the brightest of lights.
Frozen on the spot, a rainbow appeared taking over my sight
swirling like the eddies of a river.
my body began to quiver,
I felt the wild wind encircle my body like the funnel of a tornadoe,
from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head,
I knew I was spiritually led.
I heard the swishing of trees,
the roar of a lion and the buzzing of bees.
I raised the palm of my hand and fell to my knees.
The warm breath of summer whispered
Father God is pleased.


(June 20,2007)

Melvina Germain

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