12.10.17

In the name of Autumn

last night's thunderstorm resounded in worship
and this morning's muddy gravel crunch leads me to 
a moment of truth
as the glimmer of the lake ripples
rain mittles from the pearly stoned sky
i stand in prayer
flashes of amber & ruby fire
a lone duck glides along the lake
i am alone too
as the fall breeze whispers and shushes
in waves
i tune in to the bob of the pier
a gust upon my back
the swell in the trees
my heart swells too
with praise