Thinking About Thunder

In the quiet of a new morning,
in the lingering clean of last night’s rain,
I remember the slight thunder
that roused me from sleep
sometime deep in the darkness.

I woke for but an instant,
a brief stirring in the mind
that hardly rippled into the body,
and soon eased me back into my rest.

I didn’t think about the big Chinese elms
that surround the house
and could come crashing down on it.
I didn’t contemplate the many manners of fate
that could come swooping down
out of the skies of May
during the peak of tornado season in southern Kansas.
I guess I must not have thought anything
other than “That sounded like thunder;
I didn’t think there was any more rain forecast for tonight.”
Just that, nothing else, except maybe
an incredibly brief wondering about my next day at work.

I would like to think
that such a simple return to ease
must be in keeping with a strong faith
and a clear conscience—
but it might be that I was just really sleepy.

Apparently awake some hours later,
that has got me wondering
how often it might be
that what seems like
a powerful level of trust and confidence
in the Divine Presence and Plan
might pan out to be nothing more
than a hazing degree of obliviousness
or a determined indifference to things
that really do matter.

Might take me a while longer
to get back to sleep
the next time something rattles the house.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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