Thunder in Majesty
I drag my lonely schooner,
Down the spit where crabs abound,
Hearkening in meekness,
To the rolling thunder sound.
I note the tint of moisture,
In the sighing concrete sky,
Sea craft roving madly,
Under lightning cracking high.
Here the land is hostage,
To an elemental force,
Man and beast berated,
By the gods without remorse.
Gulls in protestation,
Wheeling arcs in screaming rage,
Baleful waves in tumult,
On this wide dramatic stage.
I must guard my vessel,
By a tether or she’s lost,
Smashing wind a bludgeon,
With a devastating cost.
I will keep in earnest,
As I pray for those at sea,
Fortune and safe passage,
From determined deviltry.
Mark the sun is absent,
Made oblique in storming cloud,
Frightened and retreating,
With a darksome cloaking shroud.
Bravery and courage,
Are my tenets in this hour,
Nervous palpitations,
Neath a maw that would devour.
Still, the land’s tenacious,
And has weathered hell before,
Wry inclement venom,
On a plaintive sandy shore.
Note, our God’s audacious!
And his art has matchless verve,
Thunderclaps that echo,
And the perfect rainbow curve.
If I die and perish,
I would have this for my grave!
Peeling rain, a dancing sky,
And sea spray off the wave.
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adamdaniel 