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Thunderstorms – 16 August 2007
I like this allegorical poem that uses “thunderstorms” to describe
the creative activity of the poet’s mind. (By the way, the weather
forecast for this evening does call for possible thunderstorms here!J)
By W. H. Davies (William Henry Davies)
Welsh Poet and Writer – 1871-1940
My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words;
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.
Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
And brood your heavy hours;
For when you rain me words,
My thoughts are dancing flowers
And joyful singing birds.
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the
same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the
world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true
peace and compassion.
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