Asunder goes the sky
in desperate dirt dry
are not the eyes of life
that strike fear inside.
The realm of nature is
desperately choked to
consume us in sorrow
where eyes dry not soon.
Lives are lost what is
there to say to recover?
No words can be supplied
rather hold we do another.
Another who hurts has
felt the terrifying earth
that swallows us whole
giving sorrow its birth.
What am I but tattered?
What am I but scorned?
Pain consumes we must
turn to each other more.
Words of spite flow away
I pray that they do leave
calm steady hands that
offer gentle ides of relief.

Prayers for all those lost in California due to a horrific act of nature.
❤️❤️
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