Last Night
The wind roars
obliterating
angel voices
showing me
the way,
the only way,
the gospel way
trees bent and broken
hurled like dust
in a desert storm
a sword dance
I take the chance
and pray
the angel voices
messaging
the wilderness
prevail
at last
against
the howling
prowling
creatures
of this deafening
windswept
wild and unforgiving
night
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2024
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