God of wind and storm and rain,
King of all
the force of nature’s might
Lord of hurricane
and burning sun
Of all our
earthly sea and sky and land,
Who sends as
herald quake and blazing fire,
Yet comes at
last in a whispering breath of air.
God, our hearts cannot abide
The fury of
your love in all its force
fierceness of your love with all its fire.
grace upon us like the rain
upon our cowering heads,
backwards hearts afraid of drops
Of too much
are still so young, so pale, so soft
and slugs have been gnawing at our roots.
itself, it seems, would wash away
shower of your Love, O mighty God.
need, but Life we cannot bear,
too strong for us. Have Mercy, Lord!
grows chill, and still, and dark, with sounds
things in shadows on each side.
We cower in
the black of ignorance;
merciful dilution of the light
far worse, than the blazing light of sun.
dark we choke and wilt and droop
tick by without a hint of life
O God, my
God, where are you in this night?
The cold air
chills through every pore and cell
with no apparent gain
unbeknownst to me the very air
and soft, pregnant with His grace
And drops of
moisture form upon my skin.
infinite tenderness each one is formed
from the imperceptible grace
the night with God’s own glorious life,
And gently emplaced
by the Holy Spirit’s hand.
sooths and heals my battered flesh,
unhurried into my thirsty cells.
Then as the
sun returns I stand bedecked
jewels of bright, thrice borrowed light,
A gift from
Him, my King, my Father, My God.