Spinning toward munchkin town

(“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7)

I don’t care if sowers of anger,

inherit a whirlwind.

They can reap what they sow.

But a storm front has no discernment,

no sense of justice; it roars

across the landscape and spins until it is spent.

Sowers of the wind

set loose calamity on their neighbors

and don’t look back as they flee.

But what of the innocent,

the collateral damage who cannot flee

or have a strong place to hunker down.

I listen for the siren’s wail, the signal

storms have passed and we, who remain,

will bind up the wounded and bury the dead.

4-22-25