Not like a thunderstorm
Is the sound of freedom ringing,
But as quiet and as original
As blood flowing through veins
To and from hearts.
But just like a thunderstorm
Is the sight of freedom ringing,
Flickering and waking a dark world,
Saturated with renewing rains,
A whole of many parts.
Copyright © 2014 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Note: In memory of Martin Luther King Jr. Thanks to Jeff, who led me to a great link where I spent the day listening to King’s humanity, brilliance and eloquence.
Shainbird 
I was instantly reminded of Dylan’s “Chimes of Freedom,” as if your lovely poem were part of a dialogue inspired by it. Did I miss my mark?
Beautiful poem and tribute to Dr. King, Shainbird. Thank you kindly for the mention. Dr. King’s speech at Riverside Church is sadly more relevant today than ever.
love this…a great tribute to a great man
Wonderfully done.
Both stanzas are powerful. I love the comparison of the sound and sight of freedom using the thunderstorm.