Flood Gates

Why do I let the drum beat,
shatter into my brain,
let the flood gates open,
and emotion rush through like the running rapids after a storm.

Water swallowing up the tiny earth whole,
like a snake destroys a mouse and devours its ears.
The corn crawls into its husk,
terrified of the living.

The heart thumps with passion,
confused by fright.
Flood gates close and the river soothingly disappears,
fading fast into the missing orange horizon.

He come down, swiftly, practiced,
to hammer out the fear,
and lift the weak,
and restore the right.

He pushes the flood gates,
locking them tightly,
sealing them from another break,
and saving the innocent.

Rejoice. Rejoice.
Hearts have been saved,
terror morphed into light,
and darkness whipped from the sky.