The earth
shakes
The skies
thunder
The oceans
roar
Land put
asunder
And far away
in small Nepal,
The homes
and rooftops start to fall
The land is
rolling, like the sea,
Shaking every
hill and tree.
People
caught beneath the rubble,
Turning structures
into stubble.
Loss of life
and loss of wealth
Threatening a
people’s health
Oh, how
small and weak we are
When faced
with power on a par
with terra
firma from of old.
Mighty
mountains, tall and cold
Cannot match
the moving land
Sliding,
fighting shifting sand.
Deep within
the earth’s hot core,
Comes awake to
offer more
Than solid
rock and land so hard,
Nature’s
choice to play a card
That human
nature has forgot
Moving that
which rather not
Yet we put
our trust in that
Which seems
so solid as it sat
But we can
never be so sure
That what
seems solid can endure
All the
pressures life can bring
Making even
mountains sing
So our
choice in placing trust
Is found in
things that do not rust
Nor might be
ruined by things that cease
We find our
rest in God’s sure …
Peace,
Alex
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