Flood

December 5
Flood

Oh, my God!
There are so many kinds of floods.
They rage and rise
So fast
That sometimes we are
Drowning before we are aware of it.

Maybe it starts with a child moving out, an empty nest left behind
too many deadlines to meet in a short period of time
worries for a friend in a bad situation
that life-sucking crisis at work
a death of a parent
a car accident
health issues
a new job
poverty
violence
hunger
disease
death

(Enough. Already.)
Thesurgingwatersneverseemtoend
(never seems to end
never
 )

We wait.

We wait.

We wait for the One
     Who walks on water,
         Calms the storms at sea,
             Changes water into wine.

O Come (please, oh my God, please)
Emmanuel.