In Tongues of Fire

A Poem by nathan

We cower and hide,
shut the windows
and lock the doors
when the sky darkens it's brow
and rain clouds gather their relatives for the storm.
We have always known storms as instruments of hate
we imagine them as the embodiment of anger and malice
Forever blind to the love burning behind it.
What if the sky was in love with the earth
And the earth spurned that love?
(Who amongst us doesn't know that feeling?)
And the sky, in an attempt to express that love
showed the earth it's heart?
We cower and hide,
shut the windows,
lock the doors
when the sky darkens its brow.
Maybe we do this because we fear loving so intensely
and we take hold of the four corners of our minds
because such love is erratic and wild
and when we do love thus
we fear expressing it for it breaks the banks
of all streams of words
and rivers of thoughts.
Though there is rebirth after acceptance
Refreshent after release
and peace from unsealed lips
and the sun is sweeter. . . .

Oh, the rain's finally stopped, time to go to work!

:)