Helene
Helene, you stormed through Appalachian way
from the gulf coast,
you brought a merciless wrath,
a hurricane in the early autumnal mountains.
Mudslides, flooding, high winds, driving rain,
helpless people swept away.
You had fierce scorn,
you screamed and rattled our windows.
A hellion of force,
Blue Ridge recovery,
slow, but hopeful.
Weeping as the waters recede.
Some loss of lives, some missing.
Homes destroyed,
the abiding Lord,
His presence is here,
as many of His local churches are feeding people.
Under October sun, we gather again. ~
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