They don’t call it Hurricane Creek for nothing
a summer storm
holding nothing back, rushes down the canyon
exploding in the valley
wind and rain, if not fire
punishing the trees and grasses
along a fence they have gathered
black mama cows
huddled tight
protecting their white babies
love
creating a communion
a circle of love
protection comes
and hope too
from the God of love
who draws us together into community
where generosity and compassion live
and all
though maybe not of one mind
are of one heart
and give to each other, as any have need
sometimes the storms tear through
our lives
we are battered by those who follow
the hate-gods
and whose collective fanaticism
rends and tears our souls
and the fabric of human community
there is no healing from those false communities
bound by a desire to punish
or control
there is no cruelty
like the cruelty of those bound
by resentment and hate
only one thing can protect us
and the vulnerable souls among us
it we stand
together
butts to the wind
leaning into each other in love
creating a circle of compassion
I need you
You need me
We need each other
For every storm runs out of rain (Maya Angelou)
And we must not tire
Of doing good
for, unless we quit
or forget to stand together
ultimately
the storm will pass
and love will win
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