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O God,
we like some of your weather,
the fair-weather days,
not a cloud in the sky
(except for occasional beautiful puffs),
temperatures warm but not too warm
with the forecast: the same,
for at least a few days...
Though farmers love rain,
slaking earth's thirst, nurturing growth,
bringing to harvest
seeds that have died for the sake of the crop
and its bounty of food
and the life it provides and sustains...
Then some love the cold,
for beauty or sport:
the chill of a frost
and snow capping mountains, blanketing hills,
carpeting yards, sidewalks and streets,
drifting in beauty and charm,
shining as clear, as bright as the sun...
But to my knowledge, Lord,
no one loves hurricanes -
their threat too muscular, fearsome and menacing:
the havoc they wreak, their toll of destruction,
their death-dealing force
more than we can abide...
If hurricanes reveal your power, Lord,
then show us the power of your arm for our sakes
and flex your muscular mercy on your people
whose lives and homes lie in the path
of wind and rain oceans gone mad...
With but a breath
steer the eye of disaster degrees away
from its innocent targets
and spare your people, Lord,
from whatever might threaten or harm them...
In nature and spirit
yours is the power and yours is the glory:
reveal your glory, Lord,
in the power of your mercy
and show us your power
for the glory of your merciful name...
Amen.
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