by Sandra S Corona
Thursday, May 07, 2009
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The April 3, 1974 tornado devastated Xenia, Ohio and left more than 30 people dead. Our home was directly in the usual path of the tornado but, that day, it turned 200 yards to the rear of our home due to (I believe)
Vague wanderings of the mind,
carefully tuned, still unwind.
Entwined, joined at the center,
airborne, aerial trapeze,
two tornadoes wrap, merge, together.
Sofa upended, on my knees:
"God do save my children, please" ...
willing to die for either.
The vile winds were grasped, they turned,
God's hands covered us. He ruled!
Witness to catastrophe--
no one has immunity.
Faith, mutilated, restored.
Believing eclipses the storm
with His comforting presence.
The ultimate Sacrifice
deserves praise, heed His advice.
Thank You, Lord, for saving me.
Voluptuous twisters merged,
suspended doubt, inaction,
via aerial trapeze.
copyright 2009 Sandra S. Corona
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|Reviewed by Debi Dubois
|Wow...you made it back! Just in there long enough to see, feel, hear and become awestruck....|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|You define all very well and am glad you were okay. It certainly was not a pleasant time.....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Excellent Sandra. God bless.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Glad you were saved to write this testamonial to your faith.