The Storm
by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:39 am
Kalin's smile, like the ease of this August afternoon,is a grace to favor God's great gift. It's the calm before the storm in this quiet corner of the Quarter. Kalin strolls across the brick street as though not a care could cross her path.
The palm, so still beneath the approaching clouds.
Mama walks in quick-time to keep up with padre's gait.
Chapel work to be done,
you know.
Chapel work to be done.
Soon, there will be much to be done,
Soon,there will be much that will end.
But for this moment, Kalin strolls across the brick street as though not a
care could cross her path, with a smile, like the ease of this August afternoon.
The palm, so still beneath the approaching clouds.
Mama walks in quick-time to keep up with padre's gait.
Chapel work to be done,
you know.
Chapel work to be done.
Soon, there will be much to be done,
Soon,there will be much that will end.
But for this moment, Kalin strolls across the brick street as though not a
care could cross her path, with a smile, like the ease of this August afternoon.