chris bernardo :: Blog :: A poem by me

It's raining

It's started. We're seeing the first mist
the first sprinkles.
For years it seems we've watched the clouds building
at first white and cottony
as they mushroomed into the sky
gathering strength.
But darkness has infused the cheerful glow
an angry streak brooding
across the horizon as the vaporous muscles grow
tense flexing and crouching,
ready for the next phase.

You can feel the electricity
if you stop to notice it. Let all the day's busy tension slip off
for a moment
and feel it on your skin.
The dark determination in the clouds
swirling upwards, the ions vibrating with expectation.

We've seen the favor of God manifest
in so many ways lately. The leash is off the dog.
An open road is before us,
only we'll practice a degree of self restraint-
danger, so we must listen to the Master's voice,
listen for His approval
to take the next obstacle, to force the dominion of His Name.

The air is misty on our face.
A sheen of glory coats every leaf, sparkling
in the dimming light.
The look of every opportunity is changing, as if there really are no limits.

We say it, we confess this perfect victory, and now we see it beginning.