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Dark days came for all.

Not one man withstood

the floods as he should.

The rains poured.

The winds howled.

Nature’s empty belly

growled…

as if hungry for a feeding! His wife scattered; so too did her kids. They were flung to and hither by gusts of howling wind. His boss begged and pleaded.

“But look at my life’s works. Oh God, please spare me!”

Yet the floods showed no mercy.

His neighbors without opinions or possessions now,

laid scattered about like broken toys in a chest;

a broken bough.

He remained calm through it all! Taking his key, he pranced like a peacock to the one place remaining unscathed by the life’s defining storm. His head steadied, his eyes focused. The clock’s hands on the building signaled in Morse where and when he needed to be.

Dragonflies whispered reassurances that all was good.

Though he witnessed catastrophic events: the end of the world, the day of reckoning, he remained at ease with that most incredible grin. Through the door he passed. In fact, it swung open suddenly when the key made contact! Stepping in made his insides jubilant, blinded him; stole all words from parched parted lips. His eyes burned yet no tears flowed. His heart pounded loudly but dragonfly flutters blanketed all sound. Beyond the doors of this lone standing building was a brave new world! Knowledge of a second chance revealed long ago fueled his widest grin. Inexplicable visions steadied his focus. Stars flickering in his day and night sky kept his head angled high. The dawn of each new day excited him, made him rise. Pain dealt to him for no obvious reason taught him how to endure, forgive and, forget. And what those dragonfly wings buzzed in his ears, made him laugh. They promised he’d know love again …