Thunderstorms

One of those days to
Stay in — brilliant bolts
Of lightning uncover
Everything. The thunder
Shakes God’s creatures
Large and small. To
Finish it off come the
Torrential rains washing
Away the evil.

Realization

What would we like to see happen?
Who drove the nails into our hands?
Shame engulfing us like flames

On a computer screen we watch it
unfold and then drive off into the
Grand Canyon

The fall, how far, is the original sin,
we realize

Did we need all those nails? Was the
torture necessary? This is how we find
out who we are