I wait.
I watch.
I see the pictures.
Flooding streets.
Pounding surf.
Fallen trees.
It has only begun,
my imagination runs.
My heart breaks.
My spirit grieves.
For sisters and brothers
already battered by the storm,
lives lost, homes gone.
My heart wrenches.
My spirit aches.
For sisters and brothers
who have no shelter
from the storm.
My heart leaps.
My spirit soars.
For sisters and brothers
who go into the storm
responding to human needs.
I watch.
I wait.
29 October 2012
Shire on the Hudson
Along the Graybeard Trail 