Family of Four

Make what you will of the imagery and action. Try figuring out the symbolism behind this family of four. Thanks for reading :)

The sky blackened.
The waters turned red,
Maybe reflecting the moon. Sharp,
Furious streaks of lightning
Painted a frightening picture across the sky. Pointed,
Long thorns, deadly spikes wrapped
Themselves around the plants and came out
From the rocky ground. It was awful,
Wonderful. Cold, stormy, blistering winds uprooted
What they could, their roar
nearly as frightening as their power.

And he hid himself when he saw her mighty
Powers, her raw wrath, and vengeance.
He hid under her wood, among her shadows.
He could not believe. He had no control,
And stood fearfully, at his mother’s mercy. He trembled
In her anger, shivered in her coldness.

Now he was sorry.
He knew her deserved it.
He knew he was powerless.
He was finally puny,
Helpless.

But as her hand was flung behind her head,
Her jaws puffed up,
Maybe to give
The final blow, a firm and steady
Grip held her wrist, and she knew
Who it was. Now she was like the boy.
She turned around and looked into
The face of her father,
The face of the Father,
And the grand Father of the son.
“Be still,” he commanded, in his sternly soft
Voice, the voice of finality. Then she had
to calm down, and lower her hand to her side.

Obediently, the sky turned blue.
Mild sunlight appeared, and clouds so fluffy.
Waters reflects a pleasant sky.
Drizzling began, and lightning calmed.
The thorns hid themselves, and
The wind slowed down. There was mud.
He looked at his mother, no more
With fear, though now knowing
There was someone over
Her, and his mother’s
Father was looked on with fear, and with
Much gratitude and Praise.
The boy’s father went to sleep, finally to rest.
And so things remained the way
They were, never again to change…

So it will be.