Tensions thunder across wild sky
Grief thick with blinding light.
Convulsive drops hit rooftop tiles,
Pound glass windows
Stream down my face,
Hit my heart, a physical ache.
Mother arms empty, a simple text,
Mint Julep, how to, a continent away
I feel you, intense, just beyond my fingertips.
You're there. No, you're not.
Mirage in wet comforter, soaked by
Open window and broken-heart tears.
Quickly clouds lighten, black to grey to white
Move off in the distance, again a spread of blue breath.
Inhale, fresh after storm breezes whisper,
Las cosas no son como empiezan, son como terminan.
Things aren't how they begin, but rather how they end. - Spanish saying
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love him and are clled according to His purpose for them. -Romans 8:28