Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery One
Disaster Response
Speechless,
we bow
before disaster,
our eloquence
flown away, like birds,
in sudden flight.
Inarticulate,
our words inadequate
against the night
descending like
“a blind angel with black wings”
into the light
of our ordinary lives.
Unspeakable sorrow
wanders the dark tomorrow
in shadows cast
by the pale gleaming
of memories past,
seeking an answer, heard
like a bell ringing, faintly
or a bird, singing
far away in the twilight
like a star.
Happiness
can never balance horror.
Joy is a larger cup,
half empty, yet half full,
that we hold
when we hold
hands, or one another
enfolded, or in prayer.
The answer lingers there
like incense in the air, or
the taste of salt,
when tears recede
from the ruined shorelines
of our faces,
when we finally hold
the overflowing cup
of tears, turning into wine
distilled from memories past,
our once and future years
beyond time at last.