The Bough Breaks
The tree boughs bend
Beneath the weight
Of chilling crystal
Icicles.
I pick my way
a random walk
Headed to
Tommy's up the hill.
A branch breaks off
And hurdles down
It barely missed me
on the ground
“God sure must love you! ”
said the sister of my friend.
“You just escaped
A tragic end”
-but had it borne in
for the kill.
could you accept it
as God’s will?
poem by John F. McCullagh
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