By Sandy Lender

 

I craved understanding of his message.

The ranting.

The raving.

That rabid passion could divert rivers

to water desert lands.

 

His eyes flashed like lightning announcing storms.

Intensity.

Piercing me.

His voice thundered from the pulpit like Malachi

Prophesying,

Signaling doom.

 

Drenched by the waves of his words,

We swayed,

We shouted,

We screamed.

Caught up by the virtues he triggered in us,

We rose up.

We rose up.

 

The fire in his belly ignited the crowd.

We rose up,

As a force.

And we thrashed from the hall

to take over the world,

Watering already flooded lands.