There are always signs of fronts, competition for skies and dominion of all beneath: a change in wind, a crease in sky, clouds layered on anther as one ascends and another is made low. Reacting, heavens circle in spin and reformation, adjustment, the shift. Then, when conflict in clouds become beyond heavens’ bearing, Hell lets loose for a time. Fury and violence are freed until malevolence runs its course and in after broken wake, God grants an interim of peace—the chance to choose again—when in fear and trembling of Heaven’s allowed wrath, men’s souls restore again to an ability for awe.
Today, I saw crease in sky and felt the change in wind.
A storm is coming.
