"...genius only comes along in storms..."

.raindrops wash away my sinful thoughts
as wind empowers the trees with
leaning terror
grass sways to the minor-key melody
of the sky
thunder reminds my heart why it beats
dark clouds shoo away life
or so it seems
as the trees seem to draw energy
and power from the center of the planet,
our indestructible symbols of power and superiority
tremble at the taste of true reign
and for a scene
in our eternal opera of demolition
our status falls,
our caricature of nature
falls
and we loose grip in what we know
to be ours
and we strain to see past this threat
in domination
but as it ends
we brush off,
stand tall,
and continue with our dictatorship of God
but as the coming of genius rolls by
and my heart regains its rhythm
I am forever humbled
by the power
of the rain.

To Be Nature's Best Friend (again)

.seeing, speaking again
awakening from the deep sleep I was in
to fall only
to God's arms
and experience the beauty of his imagination
to breathe the essence of historical heritage
to see things of once fear and repulse
grow close
a bond strengthened by the unlucky years
of me
to be at peace with God's work
to befriend what to which we are
truly inferior
life's rules and answers
and perilous imperfections
that were,
are,
will be,
play out before us
and we surpass them evermore
and we demolish them evermore
to enter this tyranny of hell
as I in the world's answer
and wait.