The Seven Thunders

Let the hearer Hear.

Let the dormant rise.

Let the sleeper Slumber no longer.

The thunder echoes absent lightning.

Alive the living, speak!

Rise up dry bones.

Be clothed with flesh.

Have life in yourself and breath!

The prophetess appeals in reverence

Prayers heart heard

Eyes downward cast

Carrying hopes cherished chariot.

This piece closes out my newest poetry collection, The Seven Thunders — now out on Amazon and free to read with Kindle Unlimited.

If something in these words moves you, maybe you were meant to find them. Maybe the thunder is for you.