Sheets of water fly by
Fire Station number Seven
All windows closed up tight
against gale force winds.
No fighting fires this day
but praying to keep rising
waters at bay.
Chaotic forces at play, stirring
earth and white-washed, misty heaven.
Fleets of cars creep by in lines
trusting drivers and horse power.
But each moment ever guided
by Spirit, Truth and Right.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | August 29, 2017
Tropical Storm
Posted in Poetry
What are your thoughts?