Tear in the Sky, July 2003 (Music Conference), porch of Founder's Hall
Tear in the Sky
Thunder rumbles
Raindrops go pitter patter, pitter patter
On the dark gray road
Lightning flashes!
Suddenly, out of the dark
Like an illuminated tear in the sky
Where the glory of the heavens can peek through
And just as suddenly,
It is gone
Soon the winds die down
The harsh rain ligthens to a trickle
The storm is like a dream
But one can't help but remember
The illuminated tear in the sky
Commentary:
I write a lot in Bonclarken, always have and always will. In fact, in my first notebook alone, at least nine of my poems were written in Bonclarken. Twelve in my second notebook. Nine in my third notebook. One in my newest journal. Bonclarken inspires me. The friends, the camraderie, the rocking chairs, the mountains, the music, the calming presence of God.
I wrote this one during a thunderstorm, sitting in a rocking chair outside Founder's Hall during the Music Conference, at night, past curfew. Don't ask me how I remember this much detail. I now try and date my poems, but I never wrote any details about my writing then. I just remember writing this poem. Placing the exact date comes from reading poems written around it--only one summer had a girl who played guitar. But I still remember the brilliant thunderstorm, the perfect flash of lightning that inspired this poem. I remember how beautiful it was, how peaceful I felt. The sound of the rain and the thunder, the comforting movement of my rocking chair, and although I don't remember what I was wearing, if I had to guess, I would say my black velour zip-up hoodie, because that's what I usually wore at night.
I met Ruth that summer. We bonded one night in my room over honey wheat pretzel sticks. Hannah was the girl who played guitar, and she had one of the best voices in the high school choir with none of the arrogance most of the best singers had. It was the last Music Conference with Sara and Catherine from my church, and the last one with Amanda, Barron, Kristen, and Elisa from the Anderson church. It was the first summer I snuck out on Friday night, after the concert and after Nibble Nook and everything. Us Greenwood girls went to where the Anderson girls were staying and climbed through their window and hung out with them.
Thunder rumbles
Raindrops go pitter patter, pitter patter
On the dark gray road
Lightning flashes!
Suddenly, out of the dark
Like an illuminated tear in the sky
Where the glory of the heavens can peek through
And just as suddenly,
It is gone
Soon the winds die down
The harsh rain ligthens to a trickle
The storm is like a dream
But one can't help but remember
The illuminated tear in the sky
Commentary:
I write a lot in Bonclarken, always have and always will. In fact, in my first notebook alone, at least nine of my poems were written in Bonclarken. Twelve in my second notebook. Nine in my third notebook. One in my newest journal. Bonclarken inspires me. The friends, the camraderie, the rocking chairs, the mountains, the music, the calming presence of God.
I wrote this one during a thunderstorm, sitting in a rocking chair outside Founder's Hall during the Music Conference, at night, past curfew. Don't ask me how I remember this much detail. I now try and date my poems, but I never wrote any details about my writing then. I just remember writing this poem. Placing the exact date comes from reading poems written around it--only one summer had a girl who played guitar. But I still remember the brilliant thunderstorm, the perfect flash of lightning that inspired this poem. I remember how beautiful it was, how peaceful I felt. The sound of the rain and the thunder, the comforting movement of my rocking chair, and although I don't remember what I was wearing, if I had to guess, I would say my black velour zip-up hoodie, because that's what I usually wore at night.
I met Ruth that summer. We bonded one night in my room over honey wheat pretzel sticks. Hannah was the girl who played guitar, and she had one of the best voices in the high school choir with none of the arrogance most of the best singers had. It was the last Music Conference with Sara and Catherine from my church, and the last one with Amanda, Barron, Kristen, and Elisa from the Anderson church. It was the first summer I snuck out on Friday night, after the concert and after Nibble Nook and everything. Us Greenwood girls went to where the Anderson girls were staying and climbed through their window and hung out with them.