Monday, December 12, 2005

But She waits...

She stands in the rain, drenched from head to toe... but she waits. It's dark... she's wet... she's hungry. The storm picks up, water flooding over her....but she waits. She doesn't know where to go, but she knows that she needs shelter; she needs protection; she needs love. She is cold... teeth chatter quickly. Her lips are the slightest shade of blue... but she waits... for someone to save her from the storm, to protect her, to love her. Slowly, the rain turns to hail. The small pellets of ice tumble down, pushing her down. She falls to her knees, down to the ground, hands over head... but she waits.

The weather doesn't change, but she can feel someone watching over her. She lifts her head... her Father is there. He was there all along, but why didn't she see him?... through the rain, through the hail. Why was she alone, when she could have been safe? He is smiling, He is warm, He is waiting... for her. He holds and umbrella over her... to give her shelter, to protect her... because He loves her.

3 comments:

Katie said...

aimee you write with such emotion, I love that

JCR said...

You really are the master of the "...". I have a lot to learn from you in the way of the "...".

Seriously though...excellent writing, sweet girl.

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