A storm was pushing from the East.
She tried to soothe my fear.
The normal rap of living ceased.
A thundercloud drew near.

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Of all the angels I have known,
she sensed our deepest pain.
Her kindness kissed me to the bone;
her smart eyes kept me sane. 

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We crept out in the aftermath.
The sky shone still and blue.
The sunlight cut a golden path;
lush fields were glowing too.

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We heard some voices lift and pray
as we came near a town.
Wind kicked up as we turned their way.
A fog was bearing down. 

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Most preachers still call out the blues. 
They know what grief is worth. 
She gave a life I could not lose
till fury swept the earth.     
 

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