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Bonnie J. Duckworth

No Act Of God

These things didn't happen before sin entered the world. That age oldbattle of good vs. evil and God gets the blame.
Hauntingly still in the midst of the day,
The wind hushes, birds stop singing.
Ominous clouds hover over the earth,
Suddenly, the air is ringing.
The silence, stabbed by a deafening roar.
Black clouds circle menacingly.
Roaring down on her prey like a dragon,
Dancing in her devilish glee.
Twisting and gauging through splintering trees,
Throwing knarled limbs on the ground.
Ravaging and grinding o'er battered lees,
Leaving death lying helpless, 'round.
Long, slender funnels grow, sucking up life,
Then vomiting, it splatters o'er.
Relentlessly searching for more life still,
And digesting it in her core.
Ravenously, gulping, fueling her rage,
Pounding waves against the mooring.
Ships succomb to her hellbent, driven force,
As she rips and tears through flooring.
Demeaning life in her devilish scourge,
Bodies torn apart from dwellings.
Eyes cold and bereft of their sanity,
As death pierces air with wailings.
'Oh death where is thy sting?', as we implore,
'Oh grave, where is thy victory?'
Fiendish, the DEVIL plunders the earth,
Blaming God for all his devilery.
Where was God when this storm went asunder?
Looking in pity on our sod.
Good versus Evil, brought this about.
I shout, 'This is no act of God!'