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When Waters Rise
Painting and Advent Poem
Howling wind
howling beasts
the night is dark
the moon is on the snow
the trees gesticulate, sway, moan
we are all miles from home
inside the wildness
waiting, the stillness
peace on earth
on the howling, the darkness, the swaying, the moaning,
peace.
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Katie is a writer, educator and mom and works in communications and sustainability. She attended nine different public schools K-12 and both private Christian and public universities.