Author: GodLocation: Chicago
It pummeled our roof these chunks of ice from the sky called hail.
The cats ran through the home and acted like fear itself was their breath.
Inconsolable, uncertain, clinging to the ground beneath a chair in the dinning room, claws thickly grabbing at a well worn rug.
HAIL was punishing the windows and hitting the ground as if to remind me that there are consequences for driving cars and creating millions of gadgets out of plastic.
Our yard was transformed, glistening with ice in May.
Yet do we hope that we will survive.
O God have mercy.
O Lord let us learn and grow and transform.
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