The storm is spent, the silence heavier than rain

I watched the waters rise with every broken name

You stepped out trembling, into the weightless air

Built an altar with your hands, and I met you there


The smoke rose like a cry I didn’t know I needed

You burned what was clean, and I was…

…pleased.


I smelled the fire and remembered My heart

I tore the sky and made you a promise

Never again, though every thought is dark

Never again, though blood still cries from the harvest


I watched the flood take sons and cities

Watched mothers swallowed in regret

My justice ran wild through the earth

But mercy pulled the reigns… and wept


Even in youth, the heart bends toward the grave

But I will not answer death with wave after wave


I smelled the fire and remembered My heart

I tore the sky and made you a promise

Never again, though every thought is dark

Never again, though blood still cries from the harvest


I bent the light across the broken sky
A bow of war unstrung, hung high
Not for your eyes alone—but for Mine
To remember the line I drew in time



I smelled the fire and remembered My heart

I tore the sky and made you a promise

Never again, though every thought is dark

Never again, though blood still cries from the harvest



Seedtime and harvest, cold and heat

Will not cease

While earth remains…

I will not drown you again.