      The need is now at hand. The cry of death and misery, Is heard throughout the land.  The numbers still do grow. This mighty act of nature, Hath dealt an awful blow.  Their lives are filled with woe. The torment and the destruction, Is more than we could know. For many souls have died. The precious little children, And all who have survived.  The mothers filled with grief. Pray that “God of Abraham”, Will send them some relief. For those who tried to flee. The giant wall of water, Tossed by a raging sea. The homeless and the weak. Pray that these ravaged countries, Will find the help they seek. Amen Marilyn Ferguson © Dec. 29, 2004 Marilyn's Poetry          |