Poem 181 – 4:44

4:44

three fours in bright light
after a finger tap to my phone
alert & open to the incoming
significance of this number

a trifecta of angel message
convergence after four storms
pounded their palms on my path
I’m not afraid this time rather

in awe – persevering through the
thick muck of worry to dance
in the torrential downpour of
trusting my foundations

cleansed & vibrating
in the reverberation
of four’s
steady
song