I have missed two days, thus far. I hate that I missed them, and I wonder what I would have written, had I put pen to paper on those days. I only regret the things I did not do.
Today's poem will come from a prompt found at Journally. Write about an approaching storm. This prompt made me think of something my friend, Jennifer, said yesterday. So, I am going to shamelessly steal her observation and spiritual insight. Thanks Jen!!!
It seems too bright outside
for a storm to be on its way.
The sun is shining like God is grinning
The weather is perfect for a walk,
friends side-by-side on the road of life
and the paved road with the dead-end
in front of Sherry's house.
walking a road no one ever expects to be walking.
How to expect
when the sky is brilliant blue
and the grass is greener than green should be.
A breeze is lifting your hair,
and laughter gurgles in your throat.
But all along,
the storm was brewing,
And when she comes,
she comes with a fury,
always thrilled to find us