water and thunder and fierce joy
write patterns in the sky,
and the sound of a ferocious love
rends the earth around me in a terrifying explosion.
I am lost, irrevocably lost,
where the pastures are green
and the shepherd stretches out his arms upon a tree.
an explosion and a peaceful pasture,
an easy yoke and a savage grace,
a carpenter and a lord.
Tell me who he is,
this lion, this lamb,
this thunderstorm, this kitten,
this king who carries redemption in his palms.