Sunday, April 20, 2014

Oh Tornado…

A Sunday’s storm in early May, An afternoon of swirling gray, The skies above; darker growing, Houses creaking, timbers moaning. Oh, Tornado Swaying trees with branches bending, Dancing leaves, a hail descending. Water retreats before it swells, Sirens sound over ringing bells. Our Tornado. It took our school, it took our farm, The hospital where we were born, Littered streets, locks without keys, Empty safes and lost memories, Floods of sorrow. Please Lord; make it go away, your mighty monster. This twirling tower is our great disaster. So, spare us kindly, our lives so divinely, This journey traveled, so hopeless, so blindly. Until tomorrow. From hundreds of shelters, a thousand prayers, Won’t drift beyond the dimly lit stairs. Voices calling through the thick of weather, To our loved ones swept away forever. Dear tornado. Crooked signs and broken crosses, Come morning we’ll be counting our losses. All we’ve cherished and taken for granted, Washed away with the seeds we planted. Dark tornado. We’ll build again; someday our future, Fences to mend and wounds to suture. The rains will sweep our streets of debris, A leveled view as far as we can see. Goodbye tornado. Please Lord; make it go away, your mighty monster. This twirling tower is our great disaster. So, spare us kindly, our lives so divinely, This journey traveled, so hopeless, so blindly. Until tomorrow.