Sing a Song of Thunder

Sing a Song of Thunder

 

Sing a song of thunder.

Do a dance for rain.

Let the flash of anger crash

Through the house again.

 

Strip the trees of wooden dress

Until yours is the only bark.

Snuff out sun and moon and stars

And leave us in the dark.

 

Throw your little tantrum

And knock us off our stilts

Until the world and all upon

Are nauseous from the tilts.

 

Choose and lose who you will,

If you've got the nerve.

But don't be shocked if the world is rocked

And we're still standing with our verve.

 

Make your judgments quickly,

Because we have some of our own.

You can blow our houses to the ground,

But it won't force us to atone.

 

Sing your song of thunder

And I'll sing of summer days,

Of vineyards and vitality

That penetrate the haze.

 

No brimstone could ever touch us,

Not those who know the truth:

That if you live, you live to give

And not to wreck us at the roots.

 

But those who believe you're coming

To strip the sinners bare,

Are also the ones, you will find,

Who never learned to care.

 

Not about the world you made

Nor of its many faces.

Not for the ones they judge themselves

To negate your diverse graces.

 

You gave us all potential

To think beyond what we were told.

To investigate, to illuminate,

To live our lives in bold.

 

So who cares about some thunder?

Bring on the rain and hail.

We'll knock them back as emphatically

As we knock back our ale.

 

And if you're really watching,

If you do, in fact, exist,

Then take this as love note

And each insult as a kiss.

 

Because I get you, Brother.

Father, Mother, Pal.

I know you're laughing just as hard

As the realists are right now.

 

A sin is too subjective

One day, a lie could be the truth,

No water on an infant's head

Is no reason to tie a noose.

 

All you want is goodness,

And for the most part, so do we.

Except for judgmental sheep herds:

Your superstitious devotees.

 

They want to take your teachings

And twist them into hate.

A small mind never sees big love

Beyond a stubborn gate.

 

As for me, I welcome your rainstorm

And all the songs you sing.

I welcome your judgment because

I lead my own reckoning.