Elihu’s Song

The skies spread
Clouds, and lightning scatters.

There’s a pavilion whose steps
Thunder in the midnight sky.
Light bathes in the depths of the sea
Where the sound of a distant roar
Resounds with no restraints.

Rain pours, snow falls
Work is known; withheld as
A tempest writhes
A cold wind drives
Within lofty chambers.

Laden clouds roam the face
And make it easier to see the sun,
Bronzing the mirror’s reflection
As its rays hit the gloomy grey.


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