TwisterA Poem by Christina May ShanabergTWISTER
The twister ripped through the tiny town, Tearing every building to the ground, Except the altar of the church stood To remind us that God's will is good; We find it hard to accept tragic death Or pain we must endure, along life's path, But He left a simple sign for us, today, Saying those we loved passed on, not away; We, all, hesitate to leave this time and space, To dwell, forever, in an unfamiliar place; That is why He sent forth the Word, To hover, aloof, like a peaceful bird, Waiting to guide His children home; From whence they were born, is where they belong; How do we learn what to appreciate, If we are handed the world, on a silver plate; This earth is not part of the future, But, rather, the setting for spiritual adventure; For now, we have been left behind To save the souls of the just and kind And to witness how lost souls end, When they ignore God and worship sin; Please, Father, give us the courage to go on, alone; Fill us with the knowledge, we are not alone; Help us grow strong, from this sorrow, So we may join You, someday, tomorrow. © 2010 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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