It was almost three o'clock last night
When the wind squeezed through a cranny
Of my kitchen door.
Like a prankster, it blared a raucus
Monotone blast on its horn and
Woke me up.
I suddenly became aware of a sinister presence.
A full fledged blizzard heaved at my
Windows nearly rocking my house
With its furry.
Its tentacles slipped under my blanket and for a moment
Gripped my heart.
I was frightened.
I envisioned my roof falling prey to
Its attack.
I prayed.
In my heart I savored a psalm:
"I will both lay me down in peace and sleep.
For thou, O Lord, only makes me to dwell in
Safety."
And once again I fell asleep.
But this time my dreams were of swirling white demons;
Winter tornadoes.
I was glad when the girls woke up.
Terrified, they ran to my bed and
Cuddled together, the three of us
Were comforted.
It's been hours now since it began.
The battering has continued all day long.
According to the radio it's the worst
Blizzard in our state's history.
It's been a sobering, barren day, Lord.
But it's one you made.
And for that reason,
If for no other,
I will rejoice and be glad in it.