Thunder, thunder, miles of wonder,
Footsteps rumble into outcries asunder.
Drive me yet through lands not dissolved
whose voices will not break into distant resolve.
Rumble, Rumble, miles to wonder,
room to soar yet much to forsake.
The outcry of brethren for their own sky to take.
Their voices roar for a new freedom’s wake.
Cast me with honor, give me soul’s wake.
Thunder, Thunder; all at stake.
Abba, for each and every one of us, Lord
For this Life, this hour, and all choices we make.
©2012 Linda Willows