Lake-storm

 

3.     Lake Storm

 

Relaxing on yon clubhouse-porch in respite

Any imagined-problem, decide I: Just forget it

 

Solitude under shading-comfort of old huge red-oak

Subtle-wind change have my sharpened senses woke

 

Thunderheads tower-tall on far-horizon yonder

Lightning-shards portend fear awesome-wonder

 

Rolling rumbles rattling roughly on a trained-ear

Still, too many myriad miles away to clearly hear

 

Acute aware now of impending stealthily evil-danger

Clandestine-tempest in disguise, obfuscated-stranger

 

Sweet smell of freshness harbored on tossed-air

Purple-green robe does front-approaching wear

 

A cooling-breeze precedes the torrent-threatened

White flashes streak as echoing-crashes deafened

 

Upon the quaking black-chop surface of the lake

Wind-swept crests of wild white-caps dance wake

 

In safe-harbor on headland beyond violent-fray

Appreciate show of fearsome powerful-display

 

Tranquil-times return when turbulence has passed

Such slight disruption of good-day simply can’t last

 

Good-versus-evil battles in lifetime are daily-fought

Victory-proclaimed! The altercation fleeting-thought

 

Value refuge in pure-light of saintly virtue glow

Saved-soul in Father, Son and Holy Spirit flow

 

Amen!