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THE STORM by ANNA A. ARMBRUSTER

First Line: A STORM RIDES IN THE SKY
Last Line: OF NATURE, MAN, AND GOD.
Subject(s): NATURE; NATURE - RELIGIOUS ASPECTS; STORMS;
A storm rides in the sky,
The trees are lashing their long arms,
The thunder crashes,
The lightning flings its twisted silver
Across the inky velvet
Of the storm-wracked sky,
While I
In ecstasy look out upon this turpitude.
God of the riding storm,
Take me with Thee, in Thy mad whirl,
And as You, in wild abandon, hurl
The call, from tree to tree,
Then will I, too, lean close to Thee
'Gainst some huge towering pine
Whose lofty crown
Will toss, and moan, and swirl, and whine
In frenzied protestations,
Here with my back, prest close against the bark
Of this my "nature brother,"
I feel the quiver of its strength
Throughout its glorious length,
And I am one with Thee,
God of the riding storm.
My soul is free and glad,
And I with joy am mad
That I have found this unity
Of Thee and me
In one grand brotherhood
Of Nature, Man, and God.



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