We are safe, but there is unthinkable devastation in neighboring communities in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. The coverage of coastal New Jersey and areas of New York City and Long Island is shocking. I'm watching it unfold with everyone else and waiting to hear from friends and loved ones in those areas.
For the words I can't seem to find right now, Emily Dickinson provides:
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."
So glad you guys are all right–I was thinking of you yesterday! My parents lost a window or two, but all in all, I'm so relieved that they're all right.
ReplyDeleteStay safe, Kayla! This is just so sad!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you are well and safe! I am always amazed at how quickly and totally things can happen.
ReplyDeleteHi Kayla...Just a short note of hope to you. I experienced Hurricane Ike a few years ago. In the days that followed the devastation and turmoil of that storm, I was humbled by how people - oftentimes complete strangers - reached out to offer help and support to each other. I am sure that you will see that there as well. It will take awhile for things to return to some semblance of normal. Along the way you will be amazed at the compassion and power of the human spirit. Blessings to you. Kat
ReplyDeleteSo glad you're safe.
ReplyDeleteMy heart breaks for New York. But if there's anywhere that can emerge stronger than before, it's NYC.
My thoughts and prayers are with everyone there.
xo
So sad...beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletePleased that you are safe and well, Kayla. A big hug from across the Pond.
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