Haiyan

First wind
than water rushing
sixteen feet high in fists
to smash the city of Tacloban.
The ocean unrelenting
surged to take the children--
to rip them from their parents arms
and wash them out to sea.

Reading of the carnage
from the comfort of my home
proves almost as unbearable
as the stench of rotting victims
trapped under heaps of what once was--
one daughter, innocent
and impaled,
pleaded with her clinging mother,
"Ma, just let go. Save yourself."


For a list of links to help those affected by Typhoon Haiyan please click here.
May their suffering be comforted.


2 comments:

Andrea Dawn said...

Joining my prayers with yours, Lettie

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Yes the devastation is of Biblical proportions! It's such a need and my heart is with them.

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