A tornado stumbles through the land
A glass-eyed drunk with bloodstained hand
Yet, why pretend it bears a face
When mercy holds no dwelling place?

It does not think, it does not feel
It does not bargain, beg, or kneel
It tears through roof, root, and bone
A howl that speaks in monotone

We fold our hands & cry to sky
As rafters split and children die
But silence answers every plea
No hand descends to set us free

And in that hush, so vast, so grey
We know no help is on its way
No gears behind the storm unwind
Just chaos: deaf, dumb, and blind

Note: It’s tornado season in Tennessee, so I’ve naturally been inspired to write about some of the frightening storms we’ve had so far.

This is the first time I’ve lived in an area with such severe tornado threats, and it’s been an eye-opener. Where I grew up (Philadelphia), we didn’t have to worry too much about large-scale natural disasters.

The tornado season that started recently in this part of the U.S. also seems to be more active than usual.

Another part that’s made it scarier is that I’m no longer working exclusively from home. I’m working a retail/delivery job that requires me to be out of the house more, so there’s the chance I get caught in a bad storm while on the road or in the store.

God willing, we’ll all be safe. And if you live in an area where there’s disasters like this, I hope you stay safe, too!

Peace and love,

-Nick