When wild fire engulfed houses and lives
I wonder why I am safe here in my house
When PG&E cut off electricity and people suffer in darkness
I could not answer why I still have this light and computer on
When husbands cry over the dead bodies of their children and wives
I weep because my wife is still sleeping like beautiful lamb
In this cold and cruel realities
Why me? Why I am still protected and cared for?
This sacred and safe space that I belong to
belongs to the One that I reside in, cling to, and melted into
O Lord, you have all the answers
Spew me out unto the land that you love so dearly
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