Tears
for Katrina's victims
by Pam H. Murray
In this calm before the storm, how could we know
As the rolling trombone notes began to flow
And laughter rose like flighty chorus lines?
How darkly, now, our memory defines
That scarce is laughter once the dark descends.
The trouble is that no one comprehends
How veritably the fear destroys the hope
As water coils its smooth and deadly rope.
How compact is a mother's world until
Her loudly beating heart becomes quite still;
An extra blessing fills her with delight.
She gasps, afraid it's just a trick of light
Then, children gather `round and through her tears
She knows that God responded to her fears.
He kept them safe and brought them to her side.
Her heart is full and tears of joy are cried.
volume 9(6)
This poem is copyright © September 2005,
Pam H. Murray, all rights reserved.
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