(sonnet # CLXXXIII)
CLXXXIII
They just drop by to say "Hello" as they
Are passing through; and leave the world below
Quite wet, and make a racket too! Their show
Ne'er rivals fireworks, nay. More's in their sway!
Surpassing homemade sparks, their pow'rful play
Excels with cracks and crashes louder, though
Less colour's on display; illum'ning so
White; brilliantly for merest seconds, yea.
Folks pass them off as "forces" in the sky;
"Electrons bouncing 'round" they claim, unseens
Yet to be reckoned with none can deny.
The Lord says they obey when He convenes:
As answ'ring "here we are." There safety I
Find in His hands alone, 'midst awesome scenes.
28Jul/01Aug11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I recall, the night I began this sonnet, and the previous evening as well, the sky had erupted in an almost violent display with shocking cracks and crashes and abundant lightning to boot....for only a portion of an hour, accompanied by some rain. Way cool. Here's something of a tribute to it.
- Category: Reflection
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