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Finger of God

by Bruce W Niedt

My eight-year-old worries about tornadoes.

He is reading a book about storms

and natural disasters, with color illustrations

and a carload of facts about wind speed,

destruction, and the prime season, April to June.

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My first communion is April the 5th, he says.

Will there be a tornado that day?

Dont worry, I reply,

we hardly ever get them here in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />New Jersey.

 

But what right do I have to make such a prediction?

Certainly, the odds are in my favor.

But theres nothing to stop disaster

from intruding on any day.

 

As a kid, I feared them too.  They would drop down

into my nightmares.  Even now, I imagine one

snaking down from heaven, touching earth

with a freight-train rumble and roar,

 

carving a path of pulverized homes,

tossing cars and trailers like beer cans,

peeling the roof off our church

and stirring the insides

 

throwing children, priests and parents

through splintered walls,

spraying holy water into the sky,

exploding stained glass windows like fireworks,

driving a crucifix into a tree.

 

No, your first communion will be fine, I say,

speaking more from faith than fear.

 

03/22/2004

Posted on 03/23/2004
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/23/04 at 06:26 AM

yes, this is what we tell our children, whilst these movies play in our heads. spun well, bruce. an enjoyable read. as an aside, i was 8 when we moved to ohio during tornado season! i also remember my mother picking me up from school the day before my bat-mitzvah to get my hair done. i literally had to be called from underneath the stage because we were sheltering from a tornado that had been spotted in the next county. guess my mom wasn't afraid of tornadoes, and i am way more vain than i realized.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 03/23/04 at 06:53 AM

Hi Bruce, Good one. Hopes it helps your little boy to be calme. I've never seen one, but I've heard one years ago. And seen the damage they can do. That was enough for me. They surley are powerful. They have hit here in Tn alot in some areas. It's surely not a good feeling. I keep praying, specailly when it comes a storm, etc.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/23/04 at 05:25 PM

Amen brother Bruce. Yeah, that tornado in The Wizard of Oz scared the beejees out of me, although as a child, big unleashed dogs frightened me much much more.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/23/04 at 05:35 PM

when we had the terrible one in Manitob a few years ago in cottage country, I wrote a poem about it soon afterward. When the scientist David Susuki of Canada predicted the world ending by morning one day, most of the children including mine were sure it was their last night on earth and I reassured mine, as I didn't believe it, and was rather annoyed at the prediction announced in schools. But you're right, we can never promise with full surety their safety from freak disasters, but we don't want to live in constant fear either or see them that way... important message here.

Posted by Rula Shin on 04/16/04 at 03:13 PM

I absolutely love the title and can almost see that "finger of God...stirring the insides" - what an image! The progression of thought is so natural here as well: father observes his son - son questions his fears - father answers reassuringly - father silently questions his answer reminded of his own fears - and finally, father sinks back into his role as the reassuring parent despite those reminders. The anxiety is so well pronounced, tornadoin my nightmaressnaking down from heaventossing carslike beer cans to me this reveals the fragile inner child of the father trying to reassure his son. Of course this poem is not simply about fearing tornadoes but about being a parent in the wake of ironies such as this, as a kid, I feared them toono, your first communion will be fine, I say. But the beauty of the poem is not truly revealed until the last line that introduces the speakers faith despite the fleeting reminder of Gods finger driving a crucifix into a tree and so the fathers reassurance to his son has a renewed merit held up by FAITH instead of FEARas when earlier father questions the validity of his forecast for what right do I have to make such a prediction [when] theres nothing to stop disasteron any day and now, reassured, father gives an answer to his son with more confidence and less hesitation. Well, that's what I saw anyway. Great poem, I really enjoyed it. :-)

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