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THE MEDIA WAS RIGHT ON


They got it right: graphs, alerts, Evacuation plans; Doplar flashings: East Coast- Great Lakes North to South: damp to frost Wind speeds!!! Moon pulls!!! Irreversibles! Floating cars, boardwalks, subways. We weren't ready for the darkness Looting Grasping through our private space. Our hope's been struck Fractured. Can't sew it up quickly. Only SLOW remains. Slow shallow breaths: Not the stink of it. Rather cling to spirit strength: The grace to walk on water! Arms extended to the One Who Lifts me up, makes all things NEW! He knew. He knows. More than the media! I'm in his arms.
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Jeanne.Poland

I create poetry for all ages @ www.Thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com Have been singing with young and old for 75 years.

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