It has been six months today, so I thought it would be appropriate to share this now.
I wrote these after the May 22nd Tornado went through Joplin Missouri. I feel awkward writing about something that didn’t really happen to me (I live in a small town near Joplin) but I know that I wasn’t the only non-Joplin resident to be deeply affected by the destruction. And writing is how I process the world and what I am going through….so…like it or not…here ya go.
Alone, tears falling down
Struggling to see where God is
It’s hard to see Him
When He has us
Enclosed in His palm
Faith Comes In
Faith comes in
It winds its way across the ground
Past the rubble
Even when there are tears
Tears and blood smearing our faces
Faith pops up
Suddenly light breaks on us
We can see the sun in the sky
The rain stops
And we know its okay
Life goes on and we are alive
We stand up
Survey the damage
Then we spread the hope to others
I Picked Up Debris Today
I picked up debris today,
from out of the yard.
Nondescript pieces of paper,
pieces of plastic, shingles and more plastic.
I tried to figure out where the plastic came from.
My mind did not want to accept
that it came from Joplin.
Did the tornado really come that close?
Is the wreckage really that widespread?
Insulation covers most of it
and I am not missing any shingles from my roof.
No, this is not just a piece of plastic in my hand.
This is a piece of someone’s broken home.
I tell myself not to be dramatic, this can’t be
from a home in Joplin.
But I realize I am trying to distance
myself from the damage.
I don’t want pieces of someone’s broken home in my yard.
But here it lies with the shingles that have no roof.
© May 27, 2011 by Symanntha Renn