And the Winds Roared…. For Oklahoma May 21, 2013
Mama jumped in the bathtub in the basement
Her body curled over the baby beneath
Daddy threw the mattress on them
Their world was shaking, they hung on with their teeth
And the winds roared
And the winds howled
And the winds lifted and tore and twisted the lives and the people and places called home.
And the winds roared.
Babies sleeping soundly in their bedroom should be safe
But they disappeared in the chaos - swept away swept away
God's hand guided them softly in the wind and rain
And they were both found sleeping the innocent sleep of the babe.
And the winds roared
And the winds howled
And the winds lifted and tore and twisted the lives and the people and places called home.
The winds were curling and angry with might and a mission.
Its voice screaming destroying everything in its vision.
It stacked cars up like matchbox toys dumped in play
But there was nothing of joy in that howling that day…the winds roared.
The wreckage, the sadness, the losses the tears
No reason , no answers just resignation and fears
the children that died, the adults that were heroes
the pets that perished, broken lives, broken mirrors
Some may rebuild, some will move far away
From the scene now etched in their minds that May day
As the winds roared
But those that stood up when the sky finally cleared
saw the wreckage , devastation, lives tossed far and near
and a glimmer of hope moved cross the land
as they sifted through damage with shovel and hand.
a photo, a scrap of the lives they once knew
stiffened their spines , determination grew
the strength and the character of those who stood tall
is the remarkable gift that was given them all
after winds roared
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