The Panes Rattle

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 settle.
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.

About Russ Wollman

My feet are finally in the water, and I want to keep them there.
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