A Prayer

I almost feel guilty going about my normal day,
rearranging furniture,
juicing,
picking up my organics,
cruising over in my Japanese-made Honda to scour the plenty on the shelves at Trader Joe's.
With so much suffering, raw and fresh,
I feel like I should be weeping,
weeping and not stopping;
but these are not my immediate family,
their faces are not familiar.
Yet seeing homes and cars and real and desperate people
swept away as nothing
to become the flotsam of yet another disaster,
another media event,
how can my heart not ache deep and long for
the loss, the agony, the torrent of suffering.
Broken world, shaking and quaking,
moaning, crying out for redemption:  Oh, God
bring solace to those caught in the crosshairs of this eternal tension.

LG 12 Mar. 2011