Disaster

Huddled up in a tranquil mass, Darkened silence fills the room, Prayers that nature does not punish our home, We live in fear of an angry wind. A curse of the season, A curse of the land, We do not choose the time of the storm. We fear for our lives, The only thing to do is to hold the ones we have close. When we exit, our fears are realized, Trees are down, our home is wrecked, All our possessions are gone. We are left with nothing. No one is there to help us, No one can get us out of this mess. At least we have each other, But do each other feed us? Warm us? Shelter us? Stop! We must rationalize! The charities come and help us. A cot in a large tent, Without privacy, but at least a roof. Warm food to nourish us. It may not be home, but it is all we have. This may not be home, but it is all we have. This seems to lasts for months, years, Is there hope? Is there hope? Then a goodness of people gives us a place to live. A miracle! Thank you people! Thank you charities! Thank you God! There may be others without such help, But I am grateful for what I have, And I am willing to give my share to the less fortunate. 9/7/05