My Lord

I glide through the stormy night,
Not a soul nor body by my side.
All alone, my dress clinging to me
As the storm rages, the wind howling and caressing the trees.

The creatures of the dark , all awake!
Rising from nothingness,obliterating all that`s fake
Amidst these corpses of truth,stood I
Feeling them draw me, awed but not wishing to fie.

The hill top glows as if alive
The twinkling stars like eyes of fire
Crowning its glory and might,
Burning bright with its deep desire.

A loner in the crowd
That I am, felt an instinctive tie
With this raged nature, I felt akin
A sense of sublimity engulfed and satisfied
My broken desires, releasing me from my sins.

I understand now,
My rage and anger, humanity didn't feel how?
Because I am not humanity`s creation
Where day after day our murdered desires
Lead us to our roads to perdition.
Oh no! I am the child of Nature`s that lyre
Which piped its songs of love, fulfilment and care
And lighted a fire in my Soul which Society can`t ensnare.

Thus I bow to thee my Lord
Who is not present in human idol gods
But manifests himself in Nature`s beauty
That surrounds me now, enlivened in its fury.

I bow to thee my Lord, I bow to thee
For showing me the abode where souls roam free.