Storm Front
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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.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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