Ocean Poem

© Brandon Evano


Their souls were in captivity.

So then I wondered, 'Why, oh why,

Does God not hear their desperate cry?'

Voices wane into the night,

Ne'er heard in the morning's light,

And in compassion I reached out.

I put aside my fear and doubt.

I grasped the life the sea drew back.

My fortitude was never slack.

I searched the land, now torn apart.

'Where do I look, where do I start?'

Their land will heal. They will survive.

And to this end, the people strive.
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