Friday, February 24, 2012

The Storm


It is my Mother who reminded me of the illustration we've all heard at some time:

The Storm raged, prowling for Life in its path. The hungry Winds screamed.
Intent on Destruction.
But the little Bird nestled closer to the Tree.
The Mighty Tree.
And not even one feather on the little Bird was ruffled by the Terror, the swirling Darkness.
Because of the shelter of the Tree.

And so I remind myself...The Tree. (Do you know Him?)


The sun sets.  This Day is Over.
Tonight is for Rest.
We'll be ready to Fight when the Day comes.


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