Storm Front

Storm Front My voice is quiet. I have little to say. I am listening instead… I can hear birds. Not a couple, but many. They are all around. They are happy. They are busy. The wind… rustling through, the trees. I can feel, the heartbeat… of my home. Jesus… You are here! Glorious is the day. Like a farmer, I count the eggs; None… broken. In fact there is abundance! No one is sick, no one that I know. My prayers are for the others, The ones that I do not know, that need them desperately. Lord protect us, Holy Spirit, breathe… that we may know; time is only halted, not stopped at all. Yet it is the “pause”, all across the land; to take a moment and choose, as the storm ahead, is still coming, and it is not, just a sickness, It is far more deadly, and eternal.