Between Hurricanes

As we slide into the 3rd world we have created,
Running from hurricanes,
With our SS# indelibly inked on our arms
Storms swell and swallow our control.

I am flooded with life review,
The beliefs of my youth.
I reach for my first Bible
Which has survived every move.
I am mystified by Revelation’s
Hallucinations again.

I would like to clutch an answer close,
Bury myself in a father’s love
But that’s not how it goes.
There is only process,
Synthesizing experience toward wisdom,
Almost getting there,
Like hanging on to a tree in a hurricane,
Before being swept out to sea.

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Between Hurricanes