Sun bursts through banks of rolling pink and laughs all gold.
Another dawn explodes with hope.
A day like any other, with plans and expectations.
I eat my oatmeal milked and sweet with slice of amber buttered.
Steaming tea in hand, I sit.
A crow catches draft and sails above corn stubble in bowl of blue.
Two geese fly tandem across the field.
A robin whistles from a branch, and pine boughs sway in breeze.
Red buds pop, and a lone wave of dirty snow spills from garden edge.
Music fills the air.
The land is alive.
And yet my heart is numb.
My spirit is subdued.
I cannot fathom.
Across the continent, across the ocean lies death and destruction.
Despair and desperation.
Power loosed from fractured earth, and hope swallowed by the sea.
Dreams crash in roiling black.
Pain and suffering, and still more fear.
Broken, bloated bodies.
Cold and hungry souls.
Weeping on the rubble.
Where are you?
Where are You?
Where is the music?
Water pours from sky.
Overwhelmed, I cannot cry.
And it does not seem right to laugh.
It seems wrong to delight in beauty.
Words fall hollow.
I groan for Japan.
Don’t let those who look to You in hope be discouraged by what they see.
May those who seek be found and find.
Rebuild the wrecked and bind the broken.
Pluck the pain.
Enfold the lonely.
For You are Hope itself.
And there is nowhere else to run.
Overwhelm the land with Your tsunami of grace and love and mercy.
And let the sun of hope rise again.
Dedicated to L.L. Barkat who encourages us
to express our hearts through the power of poetry.
Question: How are you coping?
Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck.
I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.
I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
~Psalm 69:1-3 (NIV)
And me? I pray.
God, it’s time for a break! God, answer in love!
Answer with your sure salvation!
~Psalm 69:13 (MSG)
Spilling these crumbs of pain with Emily
Linking late with Jason’s Warrior Poet Circle.