Thundering, hours after Canada Day
The relaxed, festive spirit fleeting
Power suggesting from the clouds
The potential to destroy
To twist trees and neighbourhoods
To loosen floodwaters of awesome change.
But does the damage come?
Or does our merciful God hold back?
Are there suggestions in it
Of please more mercy, more compassion
More listening to the marginalized
More respect for failing elderly
For untended wee ones
More thankfulness for employments
More sensitive caution with tongue or pen.
Pioneers whimsically told stories
Of bowling in the mountains
As the sport of elfish rogues.
We think that it will all
Just pass away…once again.
Sun returning, birds again evident.
It is of the Lord’s mercies
That we are not consumed. (Lamentations 3 or perhaps Amos 4)