“When you pass through the waters”*
by chuckofish
I love this picture from the 1canoe2 Instagram feed. It is so mid-Missouri! We are moving into severe weather season now, so, although we like our thunderstorms, we pray for no tornadoes! The news of the tornadoes in Alabama last week fills us with dread.
“They all stood unwilling on the sandbar, holding to the net. In the eastern sky were the familiar castles and the round towers to which they were used, gray, pink, and blue, growing darker and filling with thunder. Lightning flickered in the sun along their thick walls. But in the west the sun shone with such a violence that in an illumination like a long-prolonged glare of lightning the heavens looked black and white; all color left the world, the goldenness of everything was like a memory, and only heat, a kind of glamor and oppression, lay on their heads. The thick heavy trees on the other side of the river were brushed with mile-long streaks of silver, and a wind touched each man on the forehead. At the same time there was a long roll of thunder that began behind them, came up and down mountains and valleys of air, passed over their heads, and left them listening still. With a small, near noise a mockingbird followed it, the little white bars of its body flashing over the willow trees.
‘We are here for a storm now,’ Virgil said.
“The Wide Net” ―
Take care.
*Isaiah 43:2
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