A
twisting wind that wreaks such devastation,
a town
like matchwood torn and turned around;
an act of
God? Or nature's self destruction?
Here
people die, trees rooted from the ground.
It seems
there is no safety in this carnage.
And where
is God when random death walks in
destroying
buildings, tossing cars like pennies?
A game
where all will lose, and none can win.
Within a
school, or with a homeless stranger,
the
Christ will suffer in this human loss;
and God
will love amid this human grieving,
as once
he loved while hanging on a cross.
© Andrew Pratt 21/5/2013
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