Beautiful poem the God one. Sometimes I wonder where He is but then he comes thru. I know whaT IT IS TO WORRY. It serves no purpose. I like your God poem.
Published many times over, Anne McDowell is a very talented and persevering humanitarian-type person with great compassion for the human race.
Angels In The Aftermath
HER FURY SWEPT DOWN UPON UNSUSPECTING TOWNS
A POEM CANNOT SPEAK, WHAT HAPPENED THOSE DAYS
i CRY FOR THE LOSSES, WORTH MORE THAN COST
WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT, HER FURY BROKE LOOSE
a HUSH? FROM DAWN TO DUSK-TEARS AND FEARS
sUCH LOSS OF LIFE CANNOT COMPARE, TO THE
SUFFERING AND LOSS: DESTRUCTION
SHE STRUCK TOO HARSH- A POEM CANT'S SAY
WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY.
HEROES APPEARED, ATTEMPTING TO SAVE LIVES
TO FIND LOST PETS, AND FAMILIES GONE STRAY
WE DON'T KNOW, WHERE NEW FLOWERS, WILL GROW.
Anne Sutherland McDowell
Copyright ©2005 Anne Sutherland McDowell