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Our structures stand
wind and rain
sun and cold
strong against the elements

But in a moment
the wind can torture
the rain can flood
the sun can certainly age them hard
and the cold can make them crack

Above these things
the humans reign
building, tending, repairing
but in a moment
an angry wind can take away

The roar of a freight train
on the loose
making its own track across the prairie
lifting up
dropping down
the tornado twists and sucks
smashing all in its way

But in a moment
it is gone
and quiet comes
to find but rubble
where once proud homes stood
and the people come out
scratched and bruised and bleeding
but walking, talking, looking
at the lashing the wind has done

The people are the flowers
who rise up from the rubble
to once again build
Newer, better, the structures go up
as hands and machines work together

Help has come
neighbors join and share
clothes and food pour in
as word goes out

Insurance dollars flow
gifts of money come
and folks find ways to build it back

Buildings, trees, cars and trucks
have their times and places
but the flowers
the people
rise above
Thanking God for life, and mercy

Selah, Lin 11/2013

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