Why fear the weather?
When held at gun point, if you have the training you may get out alive, even with good timing or sheer dumb luck.
When the wind howls, no man can dodge its furry, or counter strike.
A man with a gun, a tank, an army, all can be defeated, and defended against.
A hurricane stops for no one, no army can dismantle its might. No political warfare can talk it down.
No threat can end its brutality.
Animals hides can be penetrated,
Demons exercised,
Men and women can be disarmed,
Bombs defused,
But who can stop a tornado?
What can end its terror and stop it dead in its tracks?
Who can re-direct the lightning?
Who can quiet the thunder?
Who can calm the seas?
Who can end the rain?
Who can dry up the floods?
Only God can control the earth's brutality, can calm its rampage.
And that's why I am afraid.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
