The Storm

Dear God

Be good to me. The sea is so wide and my boat is so small.

~ Bretan Fisherman’s Prayer ~


Surrounded by the clouds, storm tossed and driven by the wind. The thunder explodes overhead. Touch the doorjamb and feel the house tremble with the strength of God’s fury. A straight line of rain, an unstoppable juggernaut, races across the fields to engulf us and the world dissolves. We are an island amidst the fury of the storm.


6 thoughts on “The Storm

  1. I usually come through the back door, lurking, because your words are magical and take me to places I don\’t want to share with anyone. I\’m greedy that way. I just want to read, savor and leave, knowing I\’ve been in the presence of true talent. You have no idea what your words do to me.Anyway…I loved your comment about 9/11.


  2. Jock, Yours is always a welcome face at my door. "I don\’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul." ~Pablo Neruda~


  3. we had some crazy heat lightning here today, i thought i was gonna get hit a coupla times, it was beautiful though. i love storms.


  4. @aimsky27The fury of a great storm frightens and fascinates me. I agree with you in that there is beauty to be found in raw unrestrained power…I\’ve always had a taste for the dangerous


  5. The first hurricane I was in, I took myself to the top floor of the building (the hospital I was working in). I looked down onto the trees blowing sideways, the sideways rain, the small tornados I could see in the distance making paths through the trees, and then the shifting as it rained up instead of down… the wind was at about 130…and all I could find myself saying for hours was the word "awesome".


  6. A couple of years ago, don\’t remember which one, but one of the hurricanes that summer past over us here in DC. My son and I were living in a third floor apartment and we were without power for a while. To entertain ourselves, we stood on the balcony in the pitch black and played flashlight tag with our neighbors. When they tired of our game, we took newspapers and sailed them off the balcony. Its amazing how far hurricane force winds will carry a newspaper. We had a blast!


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