Stains
when you think your week is going to go another way,
tragedy strikes with cobra veracity—precise…poisonous.
emotions dance, like the passionate, ‘round an open fire.
God saw ahead of time; snow cloth cools our hot cheeks.
such reminders that our dreams disappear on earth—
we don’t get off lightly; Christ lifts stains from porcelain.
herald the oncoming storm— behold the shofar,
sharp as a two-edged night; sound of vengeance heartbreak.
the devil and his cronies will pay heartily. G R A C E
will serve the believer. weeping may last a night
but J O Y comes in the morning*
11/5/2021
*Psalm 30:5
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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