Out of the Clear Blue Sky

April 2005

Another philosophical meditation with natural imagery. I could do with better luck on option #2, really.

Sometimes life comes like a summer storm,
When subtle warnings on the winds are borne,
When the grey clouds gather in a mighty train
Calamitous, reckless, foretelling rain
And the prophet thunder before them goes
As we stand in fields as the warm breeze blows
Awaiting, with hearts bare, the wild flight
The blessed rain
And magnificent light
Of the storm approaching.

But sometimes also life comes sly,
With the barest hint or suggestion why,
It comes falling out of the clear blue sky.