‘Haiyan’ (typhoon 7th November 2013)
It came in waves of red mist,
angry and filled with venom.
It came
like early sunset
closing the door
to the day,
turning off the light.
It came like the
terrors,
undefined and
haunting,
and the cries
that never leave
the heart.
Still it comes
like a thief:
ransacking, raping,
and leaving only
memories.
It comes,
unbidden,
with salty tears
and pointless ‘if
onlys’
at the closing of
eyes.
The debris of
bodies,
broken homes,
destroyed hopes,
litters the
hungry
deluges the
thirsty
and wounds the
injured.
God
who paints
the sunsets,
God
who knows the
secrets
within the heart,
God
who hears the
silent cries of loss,
give them hope.
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