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God Answers Aunt Kate-Repost

For the last few days her depression had weighed heavy, a thick woolen shroud, her thoughts thickened by darkening clouds, in an endless tunnel the sides closing in like a narrowing funnel. She sat, immobile, staring through the window of the house she'd built with such caring. It'd started as a shack by a pond on some land and she'd hammered and built it with help from no man. She kept adding on, room after room, as if she, too, suffered from the Winchester doom. Eccentric, they'd call her, if she had any bread, but, since she was poor, she was "soft in the head." A tiny little woman, emaciated, so thin, she was not much more than frail bones under skin. Yes, she was surely a pitiful thing, shoulder blades jutting like primordial wings. Like an old phonograph with its needle stuck, she prayed for death, so far with no luck. Suddenly there came a tremendous din, like demons scratching on her roof of old tin. Startled, heart pounding in her bird-cage chest, she was suddenly afraid of a cardiac arrest. Armed with her twelve gauge she crept to the door, a thousand claws scratching, louder than before. She'd always been brave and her life had been hard, so, gun at the ready, she stepped into the yard. Locked and loaded and aimed at the roof, she feared for her life, to tell you the truth. (Not minutes ago, she was begging for death, now she was worried this might be her last breath.) Then she looked at the roof and let out a gasp, the rifle fell heavily from her stunned grasp. There on the roof and thick in the trees, was a sight that made her weak in the knees. HUNDREDS of VULTURES all eye-balling her, clacking their beaks as they seemed to concur. Aunt Kate started laughing and laughed 'til she cried, she hooped and she hollered, holding on to her sides. The birds, having reasoned she'd make less than a bite, stretched out their wings and took off in flight. Her depression has lifted and, I heard a rumor, that her life had been saved by God's sense of humor. ********Many thanks to Aunt Kate for this wonderful true story.**************

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/3/2012 2:47:00 PM
Must say I've really enjoyed Danielle.. And forward my thanks to "aunt Kate" also
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Date: 8/3/2012 9:20:00 AM
nice
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Date: 7/31/2012 11:29:00 PM
DANIELLE, stopping by to read a couple of poems. CONGRATULATIONS!! :-) with your featured poem of the week. Goodnight~ LUV~ PD
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Date: 7/31/2012 10:08:00 AM
This is a jewel, Danielle. Love Aunt Kate. Congrats on the selection. daver
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Date: 11/10/2010 5:42:00 AM
Congrats Danielle on having three poems selected in the first round of competition in the P.S. contest ... good luck in the next phase for all three luv..
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Date: 11/9/2010 10:29:00 AM
Dear Danielle, What a beautiful poem. No wonder it has won in the semi finals. Congrats. Your work is always a treat to read. -Mohammad
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Date: 12/18/2009 6:42:00 PM
funny, God will get our attention if we need it. Thanks for sharing!!
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Date: 12/13/2009 3:00:00 PM
Wow, Danielle, you have such a gift for touching the reader with your words. Consider me a big-time fan; I don't want to miss any of your work! This one is headed to my favorites and I think you for sharing an uplifting story about precious Aunt Kate who was so thin even the vultures didn't have an interest in her. AWESOME!!! You're amazing. Much love, Carolyn
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Date: 12/13/2009 5:29:00 AM
I love it . Just an awesome story and so well put to pen ..as always it seems. I sure would liked to have known aunt Kate.
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Date: 12/12/2009 11:14:00 PM
Truly a wonderful story and I am so glad it had a happy ending. Love, Joyce
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