Grief, Trauma

August Lament

Sand borders water’s end with land’s beginning, Trees dip roots, branches into cool, flowing water, Small ripples break surface glistening in summer’s sun, Welcoming visitors into caressing embrace, How long, LORD? How long?   Underneath invitation, creation’s wildness rages, Imploding with thirty, forty, fifty mile force, Swift, powerful, rapid, Grabbing, pulling, clenching, Sucking breath away… Continue reading August Lament