Monthly Archives: July 2016

For N.

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On the night you were born,
Licks of lighting leapt across the obsidian skies
Which opened up in greeting to you.
Sheets of rain fell like blossoms from trees,
And claps of thunder chased each other between the heavy clouds.
On the night you were born,
Nature conducted a symphony of a summer storm,
But we only saw you:
Our warm, wet blessing,
More cloudburst than child;
More skysong than son.
On the night you were born,
Parched plants turned their faces towards the deluge,
But as far as we were concerned
The only precipitation that fell
Came from our eyes as we marveled at the wonder of you.

Lightnings and night thunderstorm

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This work, “For N.” by Beth Murch, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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