The power of the wind roars like a
Lion to destroy all in its wake.
Trees tremble and structures are
At breaking point.
The rain lashes the ground filling the
Earth with lakes, while the sea crashes
The shore like demented wolves.
This is the day to wait for God's
Calming hand.

Now to wake to a new day of
Stillness, the serenity is majestic
But for the evidence of yesterday
Is apparent with fallen trees and
Fences, blown garbage. So
Soon to be a memory as today
Is a day of thanks and renewal.

Joyce Gale ©2007
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