The Roar of the Sky

The Roar of the Sky The roar of the sky under the thunder, Like huge bruises hanging , daring us to die, Tornadoes crush our peace and schools and livelihood, Then scrape our homes and fly and fly and fly. Then leave crystal skies and blue cool heavens, But hearts pounding and children scared, For they have heard their roar in the night before, Losing their friends, their homes, their dear. I hear the tremor in the neighbors’ voices, The clap of the broken lumber piling, The strength of character in “starting over” Brother helping brother energizing. And now, and now, beauty recovers And dares to show its refurbished face Over branches, torn buildings, torn baby limbs Old loved trees and homes with God’s Grace!