“Huddled in the hallway in my sister-in-law’s home, we listened to the news reporting the approaching hurricane until the power went out . . .. The heaviest part of the storm hit after dark. Most of us could not sleep as thunder boomed and wind and rain beat against the house.”
And the storm came . . .
Ripping every leaf off my branches,
Bending my agile frame,
Weighing down every branch.
And the rains came . . .
Stripping every deadened limb,
Rending the bark from my trunk,
Laying bare my fragile heart.
And winter came . . .
Nipping at my exposed roots,
Ending my growth, as I lie dormant
Blooming with love,
Blossoming with hope,
Bearing much fruit!
DH Stewart © 2001
An Excerpt from Three Days at Sea by Delana H. Stewart.
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