Anticipation
Anticipation
This morning the sky was bright red
Before turning to a dirty milk
The air is still
The heat is intense and dry
You can hear the leaves crackle underfoot
You can feel the energy in the air increasing
Like a coiled spring
You wait for the impending storm
Excitement growing with every hour
The smell of fire drifts on a breeze
Veld is burning
Animals running trying to escape
The smell of rain is still far away
Anticipation
By Maxie MacDonald
Revelation 1 v 7 & 8
7 “Look, he is coming with the clouds,”
and “every eye will see him,
even those who pierced him”;
and all peoples on earth “will mourn because of him.”
So shall it be! Amen.
8 “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Copyright © Maxie Macdonald | Year Posted 2018
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