Tornado Zone Poem by Patricia Kelley

Tornado zone
With so many homes gone,
They can’t hear the phone.
As the tornado rips through their home,
Wild winds roam.
I wonder how many are left alone.
Now that the storm is gone, gone,
While some people carry on.
Untouched by deadly Oklahoma tornadoes,
While others have to move on,
Losing all their worldly belongings,
Searching for a deeper longing,
Seeing God’s face through the storm,
Watching their life transform,
After surviving a violent storm,
Being caught beneath the storm,
Not being able to return to the tornado zone.
With all their possessions gone, gone,
Life suddenly has new meaning.
Seeing God’s face through the beating rain,
Not being able to restrain.
They ask.
Where do we begin?
Just thanking God to be alive.
Their voices speak loud and clear on channel five.
On channel nine.
Making world news,
Standing alone in their muddy shoes,
Staring at the scattered debris,
Feeling the sudden freedom of an escapee,
Standing by a snapped tree,
Turned into match sticks,
Hearing no sound of the clock tick,
Speaking to channel nine’s news crew,
They were the select few.
That survived the devastation of an Oklahoma tornado.
Seeing it first looking out a window,
Looking into Oklahoma skies,
They stand firm refusing to say goodbye.
As firm as the oak stands,
They promise to rebuild with a team of faithful hands.
Faith stands firm in Oklahoma.