Something like a Metaphor, by Faith
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We plunge headlong into the deluge
our footsteps echoing the thunder,
forgetting all inhabitions,
throwing caution to the wind
as it breezes past us into the night
seducing us to follow,
and we do; soaking up every raindrop splash
and treading lightly past households
with their lights flicked off,
doors locked and shut-up tight
in an attempt to keep out the storm.
Our laughter is lost in the dark
as bare feet dance over shimmering grass
while lightning blazes overhead
until the sky is entirely lit up
and for a flaring, fleeting moment
the whole world stands still
in a fading glimpse of Heaven.
We gasp in awe at the splendour
as the beauty drowns the senses
like the driving rain that falls from the sky
streaming down our hair into our eyes,
dissolving away our fear,
and even if I was to get struck
by a bolt of that pure, heavenly light
only to die right there in the park,
on the hill, while the rain and the wind
numb away all semblance of pain,
I would die happy
becuase it was Heaven that struck me
and took me away.
©2006 |
Posted: 2009-10-09 05:28:48 UTC |
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2006-09-01 14:39:43 | Brooke |
AMEN!!! WOW THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!! BE BLESSED!!!!! |
2006-09-25 04:06:07 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
Faith, I have really never thought about a lightening storm as beautiful and exciting, until you painted this vision for me with you poem. Thank you so much for this feeling of complete abandon into the hand and works of God.Awesome! :) |
2006-09-28 03:17:07 | FrostedCold |
beautifully written...its almost like looking at a picture |
2006-10-09 04:34:17 | lost the lonely dead |
its hard for me to comment on this since it seems so surreal yet i like your wording i think its good |