Biting Lightning

The day God decided I was to be cast to Hell,
He cried a mighty storm that drowned a litter of coons,
sleeping under the house.
A family of deer got split up by the powerful wind
and the roots of that season’s crops, loosened,
sending the corn on it’s side.
I stood in the front yard
grabbing each bolt of lightning He sent down
biting each in half.

But Hell is worse then I imagined
and now I think about how I should
not have been so reckless.
I think about what Heaven must be like.

Yet there is talk
that the Devil will end his fire upon us
if we join him against the Lord
and as I lick my lightning burned teeth
and step forward
I wonder why my love for God
was not enough for Him.