Job 36:26-28 and 31-33 

26 “Behold, God is great, and we do not know Him;
Nor can the number of His years be discovered.
27 For He draws up drops of water,
Which distill as rain from the mist,
28 Which the clouds drop down
And pour abundantly on man.
Job:    31 For by these He judges the peoples;
He gives food in abundance.
32 He covers His hands with lightning,
And commands it to strike.
33 His thunder declares it,
The cattle also, concerning the rising storm.

 

 

Storms

 

In the middle of the night a thunderstorm moves by.

The grumbling seems a sign of constant dissatisfaction.

I thought it to be free ... driven by the wind,

but somewhere at its edges it groans in its defection.

 

It spits out some lightning ... like trying to bring fear.

Who really listens … when most are asleep?

Lost in their own world ... of sweet dreams or nightmares

triggered in subconsciouness ... for only one to see.

 

And when the sleep is over and all seems forgotten.

The storm plays out in distance … later to evaporate.

Here and there some water … to disappear in time

to be gathered for another storm … as a repeat for another day.

 

Thunder sounds like anger ... of frustrated souls.

People in a state of constant war ... you wish that they’d move on.

Glorified degradation ... that always seeks its own goals

to be accepted as the norm ... in the later burning sun.

 

The storm moves on now ... to be replaced by another.

Somewhere in time and space ... its cousins will pop off.

Until they fizzle down … to life itself no bother

much better than anger … as we hunger all to be better off.

 

Jan Wienen