November 13, 2019

RAINY PSALM

 Lord, it’s a cold November

night with  splashing rain

pelting my windshield.

The window wipers

are keeping time like

metronomes. It's

music to my ears,

Yet, Lord, I’m anxious

on this cold and nervous

night because of the wind

and the poor visibility

and in my inability to see

the white lines on the road.

Then all stops. It’s clear.

I’m Elijah in my chariot

and You,  Lord,  are both

the bringer of good

and bad weather.

You are the bringer

of dark calm and

peace in the night.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019