Hurricane
Hurricane
Tragedy struck
crashing and destroying
No Holy luck.
Loss of life
drowning and swallowing
sea and sand in strife.
In it’s wake
loose boards and sails
seperated from it’s make.
City in destruction
worrying and praying
for Jesus’ resurrection.
Replace their souls
yearning and striving
to fill past molds.
Where that Oak tree stood
rooting and shading
the whole neighborhood.
With a seed
we plant and feed
through the surface.
Indivisible purpose
with vain,
remembering the hurricane.
Charles Perry, Jr.
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