Margaret Okubo Poet Free verse

After the Storm.

When the howling winds still
    And the raging waters ebb
     I become an empty vessel  desolate  and lost 
    A broken  compass with no direction.
    All that’s left are empty hearts
    Straying along the darkest path
    as gloom and grief wear us down
   for  loved ones buried underground.
   Corpses strewn all around
    Women, men, children all 
    Yet I was spared.
    Wailing and weeping fill the air
    Why then was I left to bare
    a pain so deep ...why didn’t I also die.
   Then out of the darkness I hear a sound
   louder than the wailing cries
   a keening cry  that fills the air  
   louder than the cries I hear
    urgent and compelling … the call  to prayer.    
   Then in spite of all  my pain and grief  
   Among all the debris in the streets
  I kneel with weary souls to pray                                                     
 To profess my trust once more     
 To submit to and adore 
the One who gave me life 
 The only One to  re-claim my life ... In His own time . 
  Maybe I was spared, after all  
 Maybe I was left behind   
Maybe I’ve been given more time
to make amends for the wrongs I’ve  done
 To make things right before I die
To be a living example of 
                                             His shining Light .

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