April 13–19 ❘ Thunder

Thunder

A voice from the mountain
neither still nor small

rumbles down stony slopes
across open plain

solid as boulder rolling
or granite slab strong enough

to brace covenants against breaking
and hold indelible law through flood

of millennia. We wear away,
crumble under time’s duress,

but the voice from the mountain
rumbles on, echoes around,

grants power and endows
with commandments not a few.

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