Monday, September 10, 2007

A Poem Draft

Dragon Psalm

Earth shakes, mountains tremble;
they reel at the flaring of wrath,
as water at the flaring flame.
Smoke rises from his nostrils,
a fire pours from his mouth,
kindling stones like coals pour forth.
He touches mountains and they smoke.
Before him goes a devouring fire;
it whirls about him, a mighty tempest.
Hills and stones melt like wax;
all his foes are consumed.

The mountains saw him and quivered;
the raging waters drew back in fear;
the deep gave forth a groaning voice
and the stars stood still in the heavens.
He crushes the head of the wicked;
his arrows of light shoot forth,
his lightning like a glittering spear.

The heavens are shaken, rent,
darkness is under his feet.
He is borne on wings of wind.
The eternal mountains are shattered;
the fragments of hills pave his way.
Before him goes lightning and splendor;
the earth sees and quakes.
He rains down flame and coals of fire,
gives the wicked a scorching wind. Selah.

Drowning fire precedes; it storms around him.
The bed of the sea is uncovered,
the world's foundations are laid bare,
at the Lord's roar, the storm of his breath.

I was drowning in deep waters.
He drew me out and saved me;
he destroyed the demon of the sea.
His wings are wings of morning;
he sets the heavens glowing, aflame.
The mountains bow down before him
that they may declare his justice:
the Lord of hosts is his name. Hallelujah.