Twice the Toronado

Twice the Tornado

Twice the tornado, twin columns and spires,
Two tails of destruction, twisted of hate.
Grounded and gilded by greed and regret,
Tossed trash and debris, never forget.
Our god’s holy thrones, Twin towers at their feet,
The pinnacle’s search for hope, love, and belief.
Pillars of light, loss and longing replete.

Twice the tornado, devotion destroyed
at the feet of twin clouds, our passions unfurled.
The cold of his heart flees the lands of his hate.
A touch of his hands, fever and ice,
Burst out the passions, unleashed the winds,
Vortexes fluxed, and countered the flow
Of matters and worries from his deadly blow.

Twice the tornado, love and the greed,
Earth trashed by visions, destruction complete.
Encircled, entwined by the hate and the cold,
The god’s in the heavens, summits of love;
Allow twice the tornadoes loosed and unfettered,
To search and restore the alluvium surge,
Life’s truths burnished in glitter, glimmer and gold.