Perspective
The rain from the hurricane
arrived in Kentucky
gentle and steady; unrecognizable
from her portrait on television.
I heard a few acorns fall as she fell,
the oak seeds finding the moist soil
she so softly caressed. The spring will crack
open their dormant sanctuary
with the storm finding her redemption
As for those who think this hurricane’s
destruction as God’s wraith for sins—maybe instead
you can think of God as going
about her business of making oak trees.
by M. Susan Deaton