What is left

For those of you who are not in Facebook, I am uploading the following poem here to share with you. I wrote it last Saturday for Susan Rogers on the news of her father's accident and the uncertainty and sad plight of our mutual twin friends. I wrote this on the spur of the moment right after reading Susan's poem, What Returns, in Facebook. I think the poem just wrote itself and I am not revising it.


WHAT IS LEFT

(To Susan)

after the gale
and onslaught
of the fury of
the wild wind
devastating
everything in its path

there is always something
left behind in its
indiscriminating
path of destruction

a young sapling
bowed but not broken
buried but live seedling
awaiting the warmth
of a sunny day

for there is always
tomorrow even after
darkness of dying day

for so long
as man is man
with indomitable
spirit and faith in God
and friends lofting
their collective prayers
he will prevail