Thunder Shook Me From My Bed

Thunder shook me from my bed,
Lightning lit my sheets -
The wild man master rocked the house
And stood me naked on my feet.

In that rough and rugged dark terrain,
As splintered rain ferocious nailed the glass,
Suddenly I heard some rapture of the geese
As through the morning dark they passed.

Their song's as piercing clear as his demanding art,
These two who carve a stranger wisdom in my soul:
Their contrasts meet in healing gifts,
A double singing, Singing just to trust the whole.

Here's refrain: Let this union - craft and life -
On feet of strength and northward nature flow,
Allow the visions of your wakened heart
Inspire some inner, fertile garden grow.

Copyright © 2011 James Lawer