As The Storm Rages

A spider, made homeless by my cleaning,
Runs across the vast expanse of the floor,
Into unknown territory, to find a new place to build.

The wind is scattering leaves and throwing rain,
Raping the trees of their clothing,
Knocking things against the house.

The voice of God, some of you would say,
How childish! How foolish! How ignorant!
Huddling in your corner like a cave man!

You fear the things that you do not understand,
You worship what you believe is more powerful,
You try to control things that can not be controlled!

Still I will huddle in the corner with you,
So at least we have each others company,
Sharing our warmth as the storm rages outside.

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