January 10, 2010

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I'm riding high
I'm riding low -
Caught in the ebb and flow.

Oh Haiti nation
No food or water -
Complete devastation.

I feel the tug
Of broken hearts
Waiting for a hug.

Shaken to the core
I'm only human
Reflecting YOU once more.

A tide of hope
Surrounds relief
Laps of love to cope.

The bride's still voice
Echoes on the rock
Calling mortals to rejoice.

The child's last cry
Caught in the throat
No chance to say good-bye.

Duty done in silence
And in your short lives
We witness Divine Providence.

A slight, tepid mixture
Fills our mundane lives -
And kindness yet endures.

Life flows in each chamber.
Small repository of light.
Now just a mere ember.

I'm riding high
I'm riding low
Caught in the ebb and flow.

I'm only just a shell
Upon the sandy shore
A fragment of potential.

Yet if our hearts we scour
We'll turn the strains of sand
Into our finest, triumphant hour.

Rivkah Pontos