A Shovelful of Prayer

In the morning after the rain,

fog settled in the hills and trees

across the fields and along the creek.


The first bit of sun

lit a fringe of rose

in the shroud hanging over the valley.


For weeks, the river has run

hard and heavy,

high on the levee.


Sheriffs and soldiers patrol the berm,

watching for sand boils

and signs of weakening,


knowing that the river

will turn the slightest breach

into headlines.


The heavy rains upstream,

snow in the Rockies,

and decisions made three states away


have kept the current roiling

through the trees

along the Missouri.


We know that we are undeserving,

no more righteous than those living

where the dirt barriers have broken


and turned farms and towns

and lives

into swirling brown pools,


but we still pray,


asking God to hold back the flood,

to spare Elwood and Wathena,

to keep the roads to work open


and keep safe the men

who walk on the levees

we are praying for.


H. Arnett



About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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