I could search forever
And never see
The boundaries of Your glory;
There are wonders buried in deepest space
And others I miss
Before my face.
Boundaries of Your Glory
Tag: Rain
A Summer Storm
To my ears a summer storm is all
Sizzle, patter, rumble.
To my eyes it’s puddle bubbles
In the drive.
To my nose, it’s wet earth;
To my skin, liquid darts.
But, I can’t describe
A summer storm’s worth
To my heart.
