.25) Fires In Texas And Oklahoma Poem by Max Reif

What God has ordained
can’t be avoided
We can’t see the marks
on people and places,
but Nature can.

Nature is God’s servant.
Tame waves rise up,
whole prairies burn,
mountains skip like rams.

Machines serve God, too.
A hundred people
who have never met
get in a plane,
congregating to fly
into the next world.

I went to Samarra
to flee from Death,
but Death was seeking me
there, not here.

A Master told the people,
“I will die within a week.”
Six days later, he was fine.
“Fake! ” shouted the people,
and rose up and killed him.

Mysteries can’t be unraveled,
Time’s ticker tape
reveals only their surface.

Each of us lives
on a fault line.
Some day we’ll
disappear from here
and appear somewhere else.