Sparks

Job 26:14 

14 Indeed, these are but the outer fringes of His ways!
How faint is the whisper we hear of Him!
But who can understand the thunder of His power?”

 

 

Sparks

 

Constant thunder in the air ... it seems in a distance.

I guess a simple drizzle ... is soaking my little yard.

No lightning I have seen yet ... just a constant rumble

reminds me of the Christian life ... where no sparks start.

 

Kept in a little heart ... not hungering to share it.

A simple candlelight ... hidden from the world

Still the rain is soaking ... in the complete darkness

to provide a way of life ... when the daylight takes it turn.

 

I could have been part of it ... a spark in the darkness

The storm is getting closer and now some light appears.

Maybe that is our greatest need to have storms that surround us

so that the sparks fly off of us ... for everyone to see.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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