no stranger's wing shielded my face.
I stand as witness to the common lot,
survivor of that time, that place.
(Anna Akhmatova)
What remained after the flood? For us, we few survivors? A glowering sky for sure, that much is constant.
And shacks, somehow these too remain.
But trees still stand. What happens here is that roots destroy the sidewalk which no one walks on, so the Town in its wisdom cuts down the trees. Idiots.
So back again to the Compound, unscathed, frosty, our enemy the Weather threatening. But questions remain.
Have we paid too much Climate Tax, too little, or is this an issue caused by prayer? Pray for rain, God agrees, cause and effect. Problem, solution. But note how abundantly our Creator provides this.
Do you detect judgment?
LSP
