prelude, the storm

I feel a little dramatic today... I'm just overwhelmed, recognizing God's mission and God's grace in my life, despite my humanness and all my short-comings.  He wants me and loves me in spite of all of that.  Wow. 

Trying to do some writing exercises, hoping to someday get back to writing regularly... anyway... writing churns up old memories that put me in a run of emotions...

But here goes again... maybe I'll try a brief poem/practice.

canoes capped at river's edge

slip in sleeping bags, hot summer eve

off Thunder Bay shore, that's not

where we slept, but I remember

thunder, true tent-shaking thunder

sent me to your face--and what it felt

for Habakkuk at cliffside with your

prelude, the storm

outside whirring, clashing; or how Judy awoke

soaking on her mattress in bedclothes, house torn

by tornado and only the calm of your hand

sustains: as I sleep, keep me safe

yet out-
side of comfort