You ask me to describe what goes on in my head,
but it is often filled with so many storm clouds
and flashes of lightning, that your voice gets lost
beneath the heavy roars of thunder.
His thunderous voice out-drowns yours,
and He becomes all that matters -
all that I fear.
He strikes me with lightning flashes from the past,
everything becomes unsafe, unknown.
And I have learned my lesson well enough to know
that when He is around, it is always best
just to keep my trembling mouth closed.
