I hope in heaven there's thunderstorms,

I hope in heaven there's thunderstorms,
"Safe? Who said anything about safe? Of course he isn't safe. But he's good." - C.S. Lewis (Chronicles of Narnia)

the kind that coming cause the sky

to smother the waiting world in damp grays,

and robins to hungrily eye

the soaking soil for worms

they know will soon scatter the concrete

like punctuations on a pavement page.

And if it’s not too much to hope

I’d like an earthquake,

something sufficient to shake

my heavenly mansion’s golden doors,

and then to shake my cultural belief

that Eden will be nothing more

than rainbows, diapers, and tranquility.

I hope in heaven there’s thunderstorms

and hurricanes and tsunami waves

and whatever else it takes

for us to see

the world was always
giving us but a glimpse

Of a Perfect Wildness.