I saw them twice tonight, the geese that give me pause and give me reason.
I planted my pansies in pretty pots today and thought of my grandma.
Fragile little faces on tender stems, purple, lavender, yellow and a rich burgundy; I dug little holes and crowded them in all clustered together like a crazy extended family.
The hurricane will bring rain and heavy wind this weekend; but, I planted anyway.
I soaked them real good and thought I’ll move them to the garage should the storm get rough.
The geese flew over, twenty or so, as I pushed the wheelbarrow back to its spot.
I’ve not seen so many before, they must sense a storm. I took my hands off the wooden wheelbarrow handle, turned as they flew into the distance and I prayed.
Opened one hand toward heaven as the storm cooled air brushed my face, I said
The Lord your God is in your midst,
mighty one who will save…
Someone I don’t know commented to me about our storm here in S.C. as we shared thoughts on not enough time for writing.
Told her, “My weekend’s full, I’m watching the storm and my son’s home from college.”
She left a reply, “Oh goodness, Father, keep them safe. May this time be one where they look back and see your mighty hand. Amen.”
I’m praying in agreement, that this storm and this time will be one we look back on see your mighty hand, God.
That we understand you as protector with purpose.
I thought to tell her, “There’s more storm now than a tropical threat of flood.”
There was a call and a crisis and now the aftermath.
There was a time to be thankful all is well and to ponder what could have been worse.
So, I walked with dogs like usual, I planted my pansies and I looked towards the sky altered by pressure.
And another bunch of geese, a few lagging behind flew over and it was good.
It was good for me to walk as on any other day, to see that all is well.
A bunch of geese, five of them…nothing majestic or awesome; yet, a mighty sweet sight and a sign of all very well.
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