Sky a vibrant blue.
So bright that it makes your
Whole face squinch up.

Only hours before…
All gray. Wet. Cold.

And hours from now,
Gusts will scud feathery
Clouds across the blue.

Wind rocking oaks and pines.
Saplings and pillars of 100 years,
And some will fall.

But for now, a lull.
Aching beauty, still
And warm.

Time between storms
Is short. And even when
It’s not short, it’s always
Between.
Storms.

Yes, I say,
But that’s weather.
Everyone knows it’s
Never the same.

The only thing to
Truly predict is
The unexpected.

Wait.

So smiling TV suit says
Expect storms,
And I do.

But still small voice
whispers across centuries,
In this world you
Will have trouble.

And I
Keep hoping that
The last storm was
The.
Last.
Storm.

Perhaps I’d be
Better off
Holding a lull
Loosely.

Face to sun,
Eyes squinched,
Sponging up warmth.

But not expecting it
To stay.

Knowing that clear skies
Will give way
To shadow

For as long as we
Remain in a world
Of shadows.

I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.

-Jesus
(John 16:32-33)

This is my entry on
PEACE
for today’s One Word at a Time
Blog Carnival

Originally posted at: The Red Clay Diaries

Copyright 2007-2010. Use only with permission.

Follow me on Twitter. I'm redclaydiaries

Between storms