Cleanup Time

 

 

Well, it’s cleanup time

But hold on a minute,

There’s another behind Beryl;

It’s becoming a habit.

 

In these warm waters

Of the Caribbean Sea,

These tropical systems thrive;

We must wait and see.

 

And as I understand

Not just one but two,

All we can do is wait and see;

Nothing more to do.

 

Cleanup is a must though,

And should be after every mess,

We must do it immediately

Even before we rest.

 

Left behind debris

Is not only poor style

But if there is another event,

It could be a missile.

 

Drains to be unblocked

Garbage to be picked up,

Hopefully before Wednesday…

With some luck.

 

There is another system

That we are monitoring,

So, my fellow believing saints,

Don’t stop praying.

 

Restock on water;

Mine was off for a while,

Thank God like some less fortunate

We don’t walk a mile.

 

 

Take nothing for granted

Continually be prepared,

Sing while you are cleaning up

And be of good cheer.

 

It is God’s mercies

We are not consumed

Bounteous are His blessings

Even when perils loom.

 

Get to cleaning up

It is the wise thing to do,

And lock on to God’s promises

They are faithful and true.

 

And by the way,

Life is very unpredictable

So let God clean up your life;

It's not humanly possible.

 

Stewart Russell © July 2, 2024