When Thunder Calls Poem by Patti Masterman
When Thunder Calls
When thunder calls
It wakes the dead
From out their tomb,
From out their bed.
When thunder calls
It wakes the dead-
And you best hasten on.
When earthquakes roll
The graves release
The forlorn dead
From forlorn peace.
When earthquakes roll
The graves release-
And you best hasten on.
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7/19/2025 3:06:42 AM # 1.0.0
Sounds like the thundering Pneuma of Good Friday. I really like this one Patti!