Thor growls among dark clouds
And lightning strikes like a snake,
There is no sun, he’s still abed
Where he’s stayed past months
~ tho’ in my head.
Light has departed from my life ~
Sucked dry, I have naught left to give;
Hard to expel the taste
Of fear, of hate, of dread,
But You are here, at last I see the end,
The winds of change begin to blow,
The sun will once more rule the skies
And burn away the hurt and lies
And all that love and truth despise.
Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 13 September 2013 09:48