This poem talks about storms that face us in today’s world. There are hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, floods and tsunamis, but what about our inner storms?

The second week in January has been sort of rough in southeast Louisiana. We are water and that is what we are! Lakes, rivers, streams, canals, creeks, the Gulf, and the list goes on. Add a week of rain non-stop and everything becomes soaked, even you, if you live here that is.

Poem about the changing tides of our weather.

By Scar.

In memory of those who could have been saved. May the hearts and souls of the living, find their way back home.

Whatever the world situation appears to be, God is still in control. We, as humans, have messed up the World. But God is still in power.

Planet earth is our home that is the fulcrum of a variety of observances.

You never know what lurks in the cloak of darkness especially when a Category four hurricane is upon you. Got light? You will need it in order to pierce the darkness.

Haiku about hurricanes.

True story of a 1943 Florida Hurricane and the damage it wreaked.