My holy sonnet

Desperate, I search the world for signs of God
the one who promised me to be always
protecting like a holy lightning rod
to keep the fires of the world at bay.
But I must walk in darkness still and trust
that he is on his way and will not fail
to vanquish evil that would make me dust
I chant this as the darkened skies do hail.
Some say my Lord’s a tiny voice inside
a construct of a woman’s weakened mind
a small emotion moved by ocean’s tides
a subtle warmth in frozen world so wide.
When my Lord comes he shakes the cold earth’s core
And all who see will fear him and adore.

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