Thursday, May 3, 2012


Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain,
    and a path for the thunderstorm,
 to water a land where no one lives,
    an uninhabited desert,
 to satisfy a desolate wasteland
    and make it sprout with grass?
 Does the rain have a father?
    Who fathers the drops of dew?
Job 38: 25-28

Beneath the tumbled awning
Of a thunder-laden tress
A sudden jolt of dawning
Amplifies our nothingness

How oft have we, with troubled gaze
Traversed unfathomed deeps
Longing to understand the ways
Of One who never sleeps

But as we search the astral plains
From porticos of dust
He cuts a channel for the rains
…all we can do is trust

…in Him, who has a higher thought
Than man can realize
Beneath His touch nature is taught
And man, if he is wise

Beneath the tumbled awning
Of a thunder-laden tress
He whispers to our longing
And He fills our nothingness

© Janet Martin


  1. Beautifully written Janet; He does fill our nothingness! We have to be completely empty to let God do what He wills so that we can receive Him fully in our life and let Him live His life in us. :)

    Blessings and hugs,

  2. Ah, that is the key and the allow our selves to be completely empty of self!

    Thank-you so much for your visit and your thoughts.
    God bless~


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