You may be able To live within the fable, But a fantasy Can leave you cold in the night When love moves out of sight. Empty icy sheets May feel like a shroud, a cheat, Taking forever Away on a wind clever Enough to sing you goodbye. Fickle fate has eyes Seeing through this thin disguise Telling me, “Be wise, Some waiting is worth the times, To claim the gorgeous vision Just beyond the curtained eyes.” You are a hard one To guide around barriers But will merrier Be for time expended on Becoming love’s forever home. So until you share A pleasant trace, who you are, I will stay right here, As my heartache keeps singing.
This morning at some point, 40,000 households in Douglas County, Georgia, serviced by GreyStone Power lost electrical service. It was after 2 am for me because that is when I went to bed. If you need proof I sleep like the dead; I did not know a thing about it. However, when I woke at 7:30 am, it was very dark. I plotted a path to the restroom with a flashlight and returned to bed.
‘The power will be on when I get back up,’ was my thought as I snuggled in. When I got up at 10:30 am, nothing electrical was working.
Usually, if I have a warning, I charge up everything and make sure I am prepared. This storm, at least for me, came out of nowhere. I do not have a weather radio due to harrowing previous experience with one in my past existence.
At 10:30 am, I was shaken and had nothing that was not sugary to eat. Even my cell phone would not work. You can key the scary music, because this is one of those situations where I am terrified.
I got in the Explorer and drove to the library. God must have known how bad I needed some people, because a young gentleman and lady asked me was it open after I had gone to the door. It was not. We talked a few minutes and agreed our cell phones were out, hers’ being Sprint and mine Boost, which uses Sprint’s towers. They were there to vote, and that was partly my purpose.
I went to town for food and ate at Del Taco’s outdoor table. I had to be where I could see people, even in cars.
I went to Sam’s Club and bought some dog food, drinks, and food. When I returned home – the power was still out. I had perishables in the refrigerator and freezer at risk, plus groceries I had just gotten. I cried and prayed and hoped.
Around 5 pm, the power came on. I have been loving my house and my things since. I have repeatedly said, “Thank you, God!” I am still without computers, but how sweet electricity is.
About that thing where everyone runs to the store to buy sandwich fixings and water, maybe milk, I get it now. Some things will teach you they are true. I got schooled today.
Do not let the weather catch you sleeping, as Boy Scouts say, “Be Prepared!”
“Creatives are fit and strong,” I read somewhere in time. I tried to test the statement out, But I am uncertain I know Or understand its meaning. There are days I can Hardly place my feet upon The floor without crying out, Days I search my mind for words Finding nothing I can score. So I rummage round, find myself A smile, try it on for a little while, Often, I fall into a bout of tears Because of missing others Who once blessed my years. Days trot on and hours pass Galloping by, I must eat the pain Going dancing forward to a tune, Hold on, keep moving, do not Walk away from what tests you. This is only a temporary trial God assures it will surely pass I can hold on by His grace Another moment, soon enough He brings me through it. All endured fades into the past, Tomorrow holds brilliant dreams Scintillating possibilities abound With the triumphant rising of the sun A chance to influence eternity.
My adventures of being unable to get on the internet by computer continue. Not a good island to be marooned upon. Thank God the tablet hooks up.
The dark, bright windows Tell the tale in just one look, Eyes of loving soul.
I put away fear To meet you out here, nothing Seems a certainty, But that you have taken hold Of the beating heart of me. I run and away From much calling me, “Come close!” I cannot escape How you have captivated And claimed all my attention.
I listen for it One small word among many Which might change my life, But your lips are entertained With other occupations.
I manage myself At times, others I am storm clouds Above roaring waves Without option of calm, I Become raging tempest.
Where there is hardship God is always near to share His kindness and strength, He loves us unconditionally; We survive through His support.
When we do not belong When our hearts cannot find a song When all the pieces Are out of line, far from place We still occupy optimum space; If we remember If we observe what surrounds us, If we diligently continue We know God is always near, Jesus also suffered while here. We are called upon To be lights, inspiration, To lend beating hearts To the cause of Salvation So all may come to Jesus.
Our battles may be Many and we wish to be free Yet we are fully loved Wholly blessed in every moment By God who fortifies our lives. How we carrty on How we stand firm, dedicated, The Blessed Savior Takes our hearts, sets us apart, A generation in Christ’s hope We become His messengers Carrying God’s miraculous story Into all the stormy places Where He changes people, lives.
Haphazard Creative 
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