Dark hours

In the dark hours of the wee morning, I lie awake thinking of the day ahead. The weatherman promises more snow tonight; great, that means the plows will pile more at the end of my driveway, freezing me in the cave called my home. But I fear not, that is my protective moat, keeping the forces of the dark knight from overtaking my castle of brightness and light. The barricade of snow at the end of my driveway is God’s protection against all evil forces trying to take the life from my 81-year-old bones. So, I rise from my bed, step into my armor of my walker, proudly strut to my weapon of choice, open my computer, and face the morning, ridding my fears of the darkest hours. I say to you all, “May God walk before you on the day, predicted of snowfall; may your shield of armor protect you from all the evil forces from the dark hours of your life, and may you always walk with love and peace filling your heart and flowing from your lips.”
©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

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