A giant metal-and-glass ear
Catches the offbeat rumble of thunder on a
Dark-and-cold winter night.
The panes rattle.
As the nearby heavens sort their energies,
I feel comfort.
I am soothed and warmed.
What lies beyond the weather,
Beyond time and space,
And how vast must be That?
It helps me feel a friend of big and powerful That,
Though just a part of That I am.
Or am I?
Apart I remain just now;
But I am moved, and moving still.