the dawn following the storm revealed
a calm, clear, sky.
no devastating blow
by the hand of man or nature
can hold back the light
it can only break our hearts
but in that moment
we take turns, it seems
holding each other up.
while tears choke one voice
and so it goes
leaning on each other
placing one foot in front of the other.
from a New York Times editorial, August 30th:
"Disaster has, as it almost always does, called
up American generosity and instances of heroism. Young people helped the old
onto rafts in flooded New Orleans streets, and exhausted rescue workers refused
all offers of rest, while people as far away as Kansas and Arizona went online
to offer shelter in their homes to the refugees...All the focus now must be on
rescuing the survivors...Those of us in New York watch the dire pictures from Louisiana with keen memories of the time after September 11 when the rest of the nation made it clear that our city was their city, and that everyone was part of the battle to restore it.
now it looks as if rescuing New Orleans will be a task much more daunting than any city has faced since the San Francisco fire of 1906. It is a mission for all of us."
and so many towns and cities in Mississippi, too.