and he left his bed
to check the temperature of the night:
its crashing sounds
and startled sky
jugular ribbons, white streaks
a cacophony of crescendos.
In spite of storms where monsters
his mind races to days
when good ole mom sprinkled away
childish fears with Holy Water
in each bedroom hideaway.
Gaining a toe-hold on the
many precipices of life
he attained success, good standing
in spite of such
storms confronting him
now carefully closes the window
longing for those moments
when as a child he raised youthful
lips to the sky
trusting in the purity of rain
descending and gulped hungrily at the
moisture received in the
innocence of life.
Without further fanfare
he stomps across the cold floor
and returns to the bedroom
of his desires; wraps himself in the
safety of his wife's embrace.
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.