Act Of God

Come quickly Lord

To kick the doors

Out of my locked

And alarmed heart.

Break the windows,

Weather-sealed, and

Let your winds and

Rains awake me.

Let your lightnings

Terrify, though

You are God of

More than thunder.

Call your children

Through the doors and

Empty hallways

Of my vacancy.

Fill every room

Beds with weary

Tables with starved

Silence with song.

All buildings burn

Down in the end.

Let my ruins

Be a temple.