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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