Willing to admit Life is difficult, can hurt, But brave the storm surge, Even when it is draining The strength of every muscle. Stifling those voices Declaring all effort failure – Living, judged worthless; Rejecting embarrassment When considered mistaken. Remembering each Victory and happening Received cheerfully, Believing more will occur To offset the constant pain. Being a human, A fight, beginning to end, Worth every teardrop; Known as an overcomer With God battling beside.
There is a storm Brewing just beyond This loneliness and Moments when hearts Connect in a flash, Swift lightning Becoming whatever Is needed to set Worlds colliding – At peace, aright. One calls it love Another caring, But the storm Puts together The need, the wanting, Bodies, emotions, The fading of day The magic of night. A hand joins another No signals for stop A celebration begins – A deeper immersion Finds transcendent delight.
When I think About Tomorrow I hope that you Are there So we can Together borrow All the time, we share Allowing little sorrow In our lives, times, To come near.
Sometimes who you are Is precisely what the world Needs to wake up love.
The plans made in time Became a sheer dreamy kind Of true written rhyme.
For this moment, Yours and mine Become together Fused, entwined, Defying fate, We relate.
I probably fell Into you much harder than Ever I should have, But you are a gift unwrapped, In the middle of my storm. Holding fast your hand I face my days in rescue From the wind and rain, Constant change that tries to turn Life inside-out, upside-down. You spin me top-like But only intoxicate Me in the feelings Arising when you are near When you show your tender care.
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!”