May 6, 2011
A response to the tornados that passed through our area on April 27.
Disaster moves more quickly than we know.
In fifteen seconds, with a deadly roar,
a storm splinters a house from roof to floor,
leaving only the basement intact below.
Why do we think destruction will be slow,
leaving us time to run and lock the door,
when it beat other people there before?
Who can forsee when it’s their time to go?
Dreams are just dust, and easily swept away,
no matter how much energy we spend
protecting them. Time is a tricky thief.
Moments are precious, but they cannot stay.
Until eternity, all things will end,
and no one pass through life without some grief.