They said the world would end.
Four days ago.
Instead, a cold wind blows.
It is December, after all.
All the energy spent -
By the popular press.
Tabloid tales -
Doom and destruction.
Yet the sun still shines.
The wind still blows.
The rain still falls.
Droplets on brown leaves.
Inside a microcosm -
Bacteria scurry about.
Like they always have.
But there is something different.
The change is almost undetectable.
Transitions rarely begin with a bang.
Rather they are another step.
Forward in this paragon of existence.
God is wise.
And has unlimited patience.
K.J.K. 12/1/2012
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