Spoke they, come it shall, with great force and might;
Awaiting, expecting, yet no one can it be said;
Knew what would happen, when it arrives during the night.
By the thousands, even millions, so many, they did flee;
While I could do nothing but watch in utter amazement;
As they sat gridlocked, in thoughts, of the horrors to be.
By the score, plus more, in flames returned they above;
Maybe, a contributing cause, their life air, without escape;
A reason, the souls were welcomed back, by GOD of Love.
Mighty winds roared, white waves crested, palms bent and waved;
Yet, it was 80, brave among our mankind, sworn to serve;
Entered the mouth of the Gulf, for one simple soul to be saved.
Through the thrashings, the lashings, the bricks, they did lie;
Resting heavily upon the now abandoned historical streets;
A note on the screen spoke, “Pray For Texas”, that she not die.
Rage at heart and fury in her eye, seeing me not, with sight untrained;
She came, just East, at a knot, a change in her destructive journey;
Seeing and believing, I give thanks I AM, for guiding Rita, the hurricane.
