It is beautiful April
In your eyes I see the pain of life washed away I see the agony of defeat that only comes from the bowels of Hell. I see the anger and despair that comes only from losing everything you’ve ever owned and loved. And yet I see hope. In your eyes I see the fear that comes from knowing not what will happen next. I see the sadness of suddenly having nowhere to go. I see the hurt that comes from having your entire life torn from your hands. And yet I see hope. In your eyes I see the frustration that comes from help only being received by a select few people. I see graciousness that comes from the willingness of outsiders to come in and assist. I see the awe and wonder that comes from the reality of a bad situation becoming something better. And I see hope. I wrote this one when I was looking through old pictures of a Katrina relief trip for those who survived the storm. |
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