In the midst of chaos, sense is made,

In the midst of death, life is cherished,

A cry from afar, is an outstretched hand in another

A hopeless search for the living 

is a contention with the reality of the dead

No matter the time, day and sequence it takes

Death lends to each a terrible blow.

 

Awashed in tears, sobs, and shock

Scattered lives mingle with wreckless rumbles.

Picking up, the living continue on their journey

In a quest to understand what they do not, and can not understand

If there is a creator willing to shed light on life,

Why this terrible calamity?

 

Money in the midst of agonizing destitution

Is nothing more than gold dust in the hands of the blind.

The bare essentials of human existence becomes

Healing the soul, living for the survivors,  

Amidst stifling shock, a sad smile emerges

And so, the beginning and ending of human existence.