[Photo by Greta Perleberg, run through an MGI Photosuite filter.]
Prayer, May 12
I felt thee in the storm, Father,
and ran, though it was night,
into Thee, under Thee, through
Thee in the black cloud
and the lightning and the water,
content to be Thy creature
beneath Thy loud dark heavens.
Prayer, May 12
I felt thee in the storm, Father,
and ran, though it was night,
into Thee, under Thee, through
Thee in the black cloud
and the lightning and the water,
content to be Thy creature
beneath Thy loud dark heavens.
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