5 a.m. crisis
Across still dawn red flashes
Mean trouble nearby
Another neighbor’s poor health…
Aid workers’ lights paint pale sky
My prayers rise higher
Reaching Throne to beseech God
For comfort, mercies
©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.
Hourglass Poetry
LETTERS to TIME PASSING
Hourglass Poetry 
Oof. That is difficult to witness. I hope your neighbor is ok.
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Thank you, I don’t know what his status is currently. I didn’t witness anything besides the fire and aid vehicles arriving…and only because they pull in directly beneath my bedroom window, so it’s impossible to miss the flashing red lights and loud engine noise. All of my neighbors have disabilities of one kind or another, so emergency responders are here often. Thank you for reading, and your kind words. Blessings to you.
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