From my second collection of poems, The Price of Memory: After the Tsunami
After the Tsunami
Pain is in the swollen silence That comes after watching The broadcast news- Laughter fades Deep calls to deep of every nation Eyes search for a place, To lay down the sorrow. Trapped in a web of tangled emotions, Wordless wounds fester, We stand on the banks and exhume the debris Remembrance is nothing but this crumbled pile. We did not notice how it started, Waves that were callous Gathered their force and ripped us apart Wails of a thousand voices echo: Prove that God is there, attest to his care! We are stripped of all answers. Tears happen, Hearts splinter Loneliness and terror, Make their visitation known This is what it means; To hold infinity in a grain of sand, To watch leaves blown by wind fall to the ground We too are severed by the seasons' change, The price of memory crippled by loss. The sky wears a cloak of bereavement The moon is somber stricken, We hung between despair and brokenness Strands of grief weave us together We are knotted into a ball of mourning Wrapped in heartache's arms Only blinding faith and generous hands sustain us, In the wake of Tsunami.