Thinking About Japan

I wrote this poem in January during the Queensland, Australia floods. The sentiment remains the same for the people of Japan who are facing unthinkable hardship. Through their courageous acts they, and the world, will find the strength to carry on. 

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Night Falls Like a Mountain.

Night falls like a mountain.

Covered in mud.
Endless sticky mud,
We face horror
and despair.

We will find hope,
and uncover miracles.
Enough
to keep us working.
Enough
to get us through.

There is mud,
endless, sticky mud.

Shoulder to shoulder,
Hand over hand,
We will work.
When I am weak,
hold me up.
When you falter
lean on me.

We will make progress.
We will mourn.
We will hunger and thirst.
We will cry.
We will laugh.
We will even celebrate,
because life doesn’t stop
when the world falls down.

We will rebuild and recover,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Hand over hand.

There is mud,
endless, sticky mud.

Night falls like a mountain.
The sun rises like a song.

photo credit Save the Children

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