quiet night, earth now stirred tremulous
fractures trace ancient displeasures at depth
sea nor mountain exempt from the mood
only the heavens above rest yet undisturbed
what force knows such exacting revenge
lines are traced discounting poverty, affluence
destruction and death know not religion, race
in those unmistakable moments the show of force
terra firma holds nothing in abeyance, though angered not
living, dead face the shaking, quaking dread
brevity turned into seeming eternity, 'til false calm
when relief is sighed, without clue, it'll begin anew
the bold, meek, humble and pious gathered together
in the same fragile village of humanity and abject fear
church bells peal from belfries yet unmanned
what primitive call has awakened this sleeping land
Regis
I can nearly feel the shake of the quake
Love & Blessings Always
Vickie
This last line of the poem says so much dear Jon. Thanks for the great imagery and powerful description you have penned about tragedy.
You have described these horrible tragedies so welll. You have to think, what next?
Mary
A scenario I have often thought of. You've described some very real moments of why these type of events are so devastating. The chaos, the equality as victims, the fear.... Nicely done!
The signs are all there, but we're still refusing to read them. The devastating fires, floods, quakes. All close together. Doesn't take a genius. Hugs,
Sheila
peace and love dear friend, Carole~
Ron
Sheri
Not saying it well. Trying to get across how much I admire your
writing, and the passion you bring to it, as opposed to the horrors
depicted. Fate deals blows that do not bear thinking about. {I refuse to believe in a god who would even contemplate causing that kind of suffering; to me, it is a Spirit inside us that helps us keep going. Helps us help each other!!}
Thank you, Jon.
Thank you!
<3 Phyllis <3
in the same fragile village of humanity and abject fear
church bells peal from belfries yet unmanned
what primitive call has awakened this sleeping land
your line about the unmanned belfries that are yet ringing has really stirred me, Jon... how eery that must be as the earth tolls the bell with her quivers. So powerful, poignant. Funnily enough, I was thinking about a disaster scenario yesterday and how it would be to be caught up with an unknown group of people and to pull together through it. Surely, in that microcosm of "human village", fear and love would know no boundaries... or nationalities. Who knows where, what, when next... Primitive and yet in control; and timeless. We rest uneasy these days. Amazing write, thank you. xx
Cheers,
Dan
Such events are a leveler. All shapes and sizes become equal.
Yet out of the depths of darkness and despair. We see humanity at its best as we all come together to give a loving brotherly hand.
If it happened in Iran later today. We'd be over there helping.
I guess it shows that mans real God given spirit is that of compassion and love. Transcending all political politicking agendas and divisions.
We are all at natures mercy.
Georg
You go well with this, My Friend,
John