hymn to the wild sky

At 5 this morning I watched a summer storm power up and race across our backyard--a front row seat to a huge show, a display that I usually miss because I'm focused on something else.  I wrote this poem with one eye on the sky and one eye on our ancient roof, hoping the storm would stay out where it belonged. :-)  

hymn to the wild sky

our Father in heaven
i am watching Your power 
written in bold dark clouds across the sky 
right to left, driven by wind  
water plummeting from the heights
feeding the bursting thirsty foliage 

no sirens
no warnings

but a charged-up sky is sparking and seething
the wrestling of lightning and wind
torrential window rattling chest pounding 
deep earth rumbling
and big sky splitting open

this fierce dance of the high atmosphere 
appears wild and chaotic to us
but it is in fact
obedient to laws
that You wrote 
on the expanse of the cosmos
at the moment of creation

Let there be--
and it is

You show off Your vibrancy in such a storm
You rouse the heavens and shout for joy
for life
the exuberance of a Creator
expressing Your existence in a burst of furious love
I AM
You bellow 
and the earth responds with life

(except
for we
sophisticated
humans
with our headphones on)

how is it 

that outside
the Voice of God thunders 
separated from our flesh by an eighth of an inch of glass
and we bury that Voice 
we little minds gazing at our screens
sucking in 
prefabricated ideas 
human invention 
promotion
and radiation

while just three feet away
the world is being oxygenated
created and recreated
by a Mind so much greater than our own

?