Your great voice echoes from the sky

penetrating the waters

and setting my little mind a’quiver like a chord

as you stir the ethers

with bolts from your trident

flashing against the purple storm clouds

over the creaking land-masses

and under the heaving waves.

 

I am thrown and blown

like a spec of down

a mote in the hurricane winds of your outrage.

 

Oh puny creature!

What hubris to burrow and pillage

 with treachery and greed

creating monstrous instruments

to desecrate the Earth

when I am the rightful shatterer.

I know when an ocean plate must shift

or mountain rise from the root of the sea.

I am the harbinger, the midwife

who knows about the proper time. - that potent moment.

Above all, I know the limits of my godliness;

I abrogate no law

with folly and pride.