4:13
and I count down,
for this new year
will carry my
proposal on light
wings of motion.
Feeding the house cats
and having a odd urge
to tour the barn smells,
I dash outside
barely withholding a skip.
I note this weather
is unusually warm,
ignorant to the fact
that this could be fuel
for something out
of hand.
And she came,
more powerful
than nightmares,
slicing our covenant
into the unseen.
Author notes
This is a tribute to those six, at least, killed in the rare New Year's Eve tornado that swept through Missouri and Arkansas. You never know what family those people had or what plans they were going to live through. Let's pray for them and hope they are in everlasting peace.
