Heartsound

Author: James Calvin Jones

Roll, roll, roll deep thunder—

patient storm. 

Pure, righteous lightning: 

God’s sprawling hand takes form, 

caressing her face, 

thrice prayed-for heavenly Night,

as she cries warm summer tears. 

Roll, roll, deep thunder

Roll deep into the dark of night. 

“It is you,” he said. 

“You I have waited for all these years.”