Words of Light: Grace & Truth for Your Journey Home
Almost a month ago,
Odds stacked negatively,
November night,
Torrential rain,
He went.
Approaching the stop sign,
I was the enemy
I saw in a flash
Of car headlights
On white belly
And sprawling, airborne legs
The desperate flight.
I slowed.
And stopped,
Before continuing past the sign,
To look back hoping.
I saw him safely
Cross the road.
Strong perseverance.
Common toad.
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