Before the Storm

He is out there

Riding the updrafts

Trimming his pinions

A thrill in coming commotion.

Watching rollers arrive

Skimming close to their spray

Adding his cry

To the rising hiss and grumble.

Seeing new darks and blue

In day’s last light.

But there are safe havens back yonder.

Inlets where boats bob and creak.

Simple perches, safe from the blast.

He will turn

Wings rightly positioned

Running free in that final dash.

But not yet…not yet.

He is a bird of the waters.

In this moment.


Ephesians 2: 10


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