A
hard, hard day like we haven’t had in a long, long, long time. I’m too tired to
edit it much. Pray for our peace and strength for all of us this coming week.
Storm
Boy’s Mayday
A
cloud on the horizon
Hidden
among blue for miles
A
small nothing cloud
Dotting
the blue
Distracting
from the good things
We
often knew
Were
there
And
then
Another
cloud begins to tag along
And
its brother, mother, sister, aunt, uncle and second cousins,
All
crammed together
Stepping
on each other
Finding
cramped quarters
Flying
the friendly skies
Not
feeling friendly at all
And
the armada of clouds
Engulfed
that one teeny tiny cloud
Capturing
it to capitulate to misery
Not
of its own making
It
made the one small cloud feel trapped
Yet
huge, powerful, and angry,
Enough
to rain
Not
gentle spring rain
But
pelting,
“Run
for your lives! The sky is falling” rain,
An
insane, flood everyone out,
And
who will survive it?
King
of rain,
That
was today,
That
was you,
That
was what blew through,
And
we boo hooed after,
The
punches and pops,
Degrading
drops and yelling “stop! Stop! STOP!”
When
you looked your father in the face
And
spat with everything
That
had brewed up
From
that point
The
eye of the storm
Windmills
in tornados
Have
nothing on you
As
your hands, arms, legs, feet, and mouth,
Didn’t
rest, but found landfall,
Over
and over again,
On
anything you could grab, bite, punch, or pinch,
It
was a fit some would say
Others
would say you need more discipline
And
others more love
You
are loved with discipline
And
as much teaching as tolerated
Often
told how much we care
And
we bare our very selves
Our
souls, sometimes to you
To
calm the storm clouds
And
bring back the sunshine
And
keep the rain to a gentle
Rhythm
that we hope
Brings
those seeds of humanity
To
blossom and not get flooded
To
float away in these damn storms
Today
I told you how you control this weather
You
protect that small lone cloud
To
watch it dance and prance
Not
hooking up with all these
Nescience
thoughts and worries
That
make you in a hurry
To
combat those you adore
We
are your parents
We
hope you inherent
Our
best
You
are our best
You
put us to the test
But
we rest in knowing
This
storm is past
And
our love will last
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