The news clip brought me to tears, one for the loss of life, two for the guilt of seeming to indulge in the sensationalizing of another's devastation, for I clicked on it didn't I? Was it out of true concern, or just curiosity? I pray it was so I could lift up this child's family and others like them in prayer. I was moved to write this poem just now, only intending to copy and past the vidoe clip. But here goes. My Caribbean brothers and sisters are in need, and I pray for the strength of the true believers that are able to shine the light of Christ in the darkness. Jesus is soon to come.
Eleven years
too late or too soon--
yet the moon rises
casting a glow that it borrows
from the sun ;
when one's exchanging places;
there is a touch sometimes,
there is a passing wind
carrying a scent
to places never been
the sun sets
the moon rises
hopes are risen
and tears are cried;
eleven years of rising suns
and setting moons
yet there' always light-
it never dies
-Chantel
(C) 2010
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