Robert Frost said every poem begins with a lump in the throat. Sometimes pain can spur one to action:
When I first heard, it was only background. But it soon became a noise that couldn’t be ignored.
It thundered through the media, just after crashing past the beaches.
We could go on with everyday minutia. They were stopped in their tracks — many dead, the rest full of dread.
What to do? I am but one. It is too much to hear!
Yet we are all part, I of them, and they of me.
So I’ll try, in my tiny way, to start doing something.
Maybe there will be a domino effect of healing lives that are forever shaken.
If we all share our pennies, our ponderings, and our prayers.
Perhaps we could encourage a tsunami of love.
Note: I encouraged people I knew to collect pennies, aiming for a penny a person to honor the ones who died and perhaps help the ones who lived towards relief efforts.
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