Tornado

Disconcertingly,
The rug is pulled from beneath your feet:
Life seems bittersweet.
Bewilderingly,
You’re upside down, sucked
Into the path of a tornado
Where you’re forced to go
Round and round,
Until you’re so dizzy you can’t think,
Or sleep
And every decision is too deep.

Life’s like that,
Ticking over nicely
Then …
Bam … it all begins to unravel
As you try to grapple
With the unfathomable.

Copyright wordz2Go Nov 2016
Matthew 6:25-27

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