Tell them

By Andrew R. Duckworth

When the storm comes,
Tell them the lightning
Is the graceful hand of God,
Fingertips brushing across the sky.
When the storm comes,
Tell them the thunder
Is built of God’s words
Issuing forth from an eternal plane.
But, when the peace comes,
Tell them to keep their ears open,
Tell them to keep seeking His face,
Tell them to bask in His divine grace

Because when life is easy,
It can be hard to realize need.

This poem is dedicated to Sherry Clark who actually came up with the metaphor of God’s fingers stretching lightning across the sky. I attend church with her almost each weekend and our conversations concerning the divine are rewarding and feeding.