They Saw The Voices

The seven thunders

Thunder upon waters, changing darkness to light
Thunder from the Strong Hand, plucking Adam from the serpent's fang
Thunder crackling through the splendor, lifting Isaac from the altar to the chariot
Thunder like a wave leveling the northern forests and kingdoms
Thunder like rolling fire and steam, waves of plasma, balancing justice and kindness on a plume
Thunder like pillars of heat exploding with redemption in the desert
Thunder like the cry of mothers in the wilderness giving birth to worlds

From my site: Poems of Max Carl Kirk