Stormy Forecast On a Sunday in April |
Dance With the Storm April morning had dawned dire warning ahead Horizon of peril Fear awakened, then dread Can't run from the forecast, still there every day endeavor to cope with storms life throws our way Asking with prayer for help to know best how to comfort our loved ones Faith answers each test I see so clearly what eluded me some What is important in the long run over jolly twisting, temporary fun She survived life's tragedies, still trying to try a true profile in courage working too hard to cry You wouldn't even consider, enslaved to your greed Your choices betray you magnifying your need A word of forgiveness Not quite there yet but waltzing toward something not laced with regret... You demean your own cause, but you know it not Arrogant, condescending and bloated despot frankly, you don't "get it" or do much a lot The clouds are all forming, and waiting for the dance Weather prognostication ~ It's all up to chance So help me to know, God, how best to proceed guidance much appreciated by this humble hooved servant in need 40 Lines Not written for any contest - just me writing and expressing myself. How is that for something different? I am pretty darned happy with this, as it works out. Boy, was I right. |