Wait for Me

by Tia Louise

Dolly says love is like a butterfly, soft and gentle as a sigh, but from what I’ve seen of love, I think it’s more like a tornado, shocking and violent and so powerful it can rip your soul out of your mouth…

Heaven is finding the thing you can’t live without and being able to hold it. Hell is knowing you’ll have to let it go.

On the gentlest of wings, soft as a butterfly, love drifts down, like a sigh from heaven. Where the tornado ravaged, leaving death and destruction, where the bodies lay strewn across the ground, where nothing was left standing, now the smallest flutter of life pushes through the soil. The storm clouds begin to break, and I blink through the haze. A tiny dove carrying peace settles in my upturned soul, and for the first time in a long time, I step into the light. Morning breaks. I blink several times and meet Mrs. Jenny’s worried eyes. She waits, and I look around. “What day is it?”