Meditation X
O God who stalks the ocean’s cryptic floor to loose unruly hydrothermal vents and builds new islands over vivid rents in Terra’s mantle to her angry core; Who rides uprising tropic clouds and roars to stir the hurricane as it ferments; Who gyrates through the raging rain’s descent where Coriolis whirls the brew to war; Who cracks the locks on thunderclouds and spills them into rivers, pours until old doors swing wide and stalks the surge to shape new shores; Whose flood besets the quiet brooks and rills; Have mercy. Teach me how to walk through storms assured that you ordain them to transform.
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I’ve lived through many a tropical storm/hurricane in my life (being from the DR) and the language in this poem resonated with me deeply!
I wrote a poem recently about willingly walking into the eye of a tropical storm… and how my prayer is to be like the palm trees. God crafted them uniquely to survive in hurricane-prone places—thin, tall, and fibrous trunks that bend and dance in crazy high winds.
Gracias for this poem, Mark! Always a big fan of your writing.
The rhymes feel effortless. How you manage the sound and sense without it feeling forced is teaching me so much.