Uganda Day 22

Violent apprehension crashes around her feet
Her hands quake as change edges into her perfect box

The sky is bleak and dreary
The clouds hang heavy as before a tumultuous storm

Her instinct is to run but her feet refuse reason
As if nailed down she maintains her ground

Her eyes begin to fill and adrenaline rushes into her veins
Suddenly her resolve is restored

She raises trembling hands to the screaming sky
And casts her tearing eyes to heaven

Screaming with her heart she calls out
Sinking to her knees she sees him come running

Tears run in streams down his face as he wraps her in a solid embrace
He gathers her up into his sinewy arms and instantly she is warmed

The storm still gathers and thunders
But in his love she is grounded
He will carry her through

wtitten 8-22-11