Tornadic Holes

Tornadic Holes

When twisting monsters rip through lands and homes, splintering pieces of lives like twigs, and burying people, when they clear dirt trails of death, I am reminded of other devastating holes. Holes that have been cut by twisters of another kind, with a vortex just as sharp, gnawing through tender skin creating a sinkhole deep.  Sometimes no siren will warn.

These tornadic holes rip through hearts and minds and leave carnage of another kind. These tornadoes, words sharp enough to rip through dreams and slit hearts in two, leave strewn pieces of hearts and hopes scattered across human landscape. Harmful words deposit refuse, leaving vulnerable souls wandering amidst that which should have been tied up and thrown away, not released to rot and stink.

When the storm hits, and leaves its holes, that’s when he comes in, and performs a most delicate work, filling in the deep with fertile soil and warmth and sun and water. He holds in his hands exquisite, tiny seeds which are planted in the broken ground, word-seeds of life and love. His hands cradle the earth, the seeds, always holding, tenderly caring. And what blooms is something unimaginable to human eye, flowers that are beautiful beyond description, fragrant and precious… hearts and souls woven together in a garden of grace. These once tornadic holes are now bursting beauty unimaginable, tenderly cared for by the Master Gardener himself.

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9 Responses to Tornadic Holes

  1. Beautiful post, beautiful analogy of just the way it was meant to be I think, all creation speaking of our relationship with our Maker.

  2. Lauri says:

    Hi, I’m stopping by from Emily’s…I love this line “Harmful words deposit refuse, leaving vulnerable souls wandering amidst that which should have been tied up and thrown away, not released to rot and stink.” The word picture you painted in this is one that will stick in my mind and hopefully jump out at me to hold my tongue.

  3. Ruthiey says:

    ‘These once tornadic holes are now bursting beauty unimaginable, tenderly cared for by the Master Gardener himself.’

    Sometimes, when something broken is repaired, there’s almost more beauty to it. Great musings and word pictures.

  4. brian says:

    ah love it…we cant stop the storms…to think we wont have them in naive…but what we allow to be made of them…makes all the difference in the world…

  5. Old Ollie says:

    French…never a boring guy.

    Dig your vision in this piece.

  6. oh wow, that ending, the part where he plants seeds tender in this holes so viciously torn… this is grace. you’ve captured it. so beautiful.

  7. Kati says:

    I love the contrast between the tornado and those beautiful flowers! I often think that that’s exactly what God’s about – that amazing contrast that makes his beauty/loveliness/glory shine that much brighter.

  8. Joybird says:

    word-seeds of life – what a vital and vibrant turn of prase

  9. Anna–this one’s my favorite.

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