FIRE-STORM

Look at these
Charcoal trees–
Dark sentinels of gloom–
On ashen land,
Ghoulish stand–
Landscape of the moon!!

Burnt out cars,
Melted tar,
Grassland scorched and waste–
Farm stock dead,
Wildlife fled–
A stark forsaken place.

Oh the cost!!
Loved ones lost–
Grief so overpowering;
Words can’t say,
Thoughts convey
A loss so all-devouring.

Lord, I pray
This dread day
Turns hearts to seek Your face,
Men might find
Through sad times
Your precious saving grace.