Ode to Sandy

I remember when
broken hearts were enough
to carry us through
these super-storms
life throws our way

back when it was enough
to simply weep
with God

Who in the beginning
wept.

His broken heart
enough
to carry us
and Him
through these storms

still walkin’
through churning nights
and sleepless days

But there’s more to it now
right?

Broken hearts
are no longer
adequate.

So we bind up
too soon
the hearts that break
and in so doing
bind the hands
that feed us
in the name of our religion

And God wept
and weeps
with us
not against.

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