In the wake of Hurricane Ike, and as a gesture of solidarity with the survivors, I’ve included the entire Clouburst Poetry offering today.
What Powers are His
by J. Randal Matheny
We turn before the hurricane’s wrath,
To save ourselves from its fury we flee,
Leaving homes and goods in its path,
Returning to ruin, loss and debris.
Pawn beneath the elements is man,
Little to do at nature’s worst
But hunker, hide and hope he can
Survive the rants of creation cursed.
If on this planet weather’s bars
Can beat a city to its knees,
What powers are His whose crown holds stars,
Whose fingers stir the galaxies?
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