There was the wind swept evening with the ominous and pendulous clouds hovering all around us.
Nothing good or harmonious would ever come of this for it was a horrid time.
Someone down the lane was dying and others were becoming ill.
The wind swept evening was filled with illness all around and no one could ever stop it.
Taking the lives of many it ravished its disdain upon the whole town.
Out of nowhere it all came with the wind swept evening and the sadness to be forced upon us was terrible.
But the mighty hand of God intervened and the ravishing of the illness stopped.
The land returned back to its quaint self and the community felt a newness that wasn't there before.
Jesus is the One Who earned our praise and the merriment we now feel.
He came through as He always does and calming the torrid pain.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)