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.