Your Poetry Dot Com - 22nd February 2011 Christchurch Earthquake

A day filled with mourning,
a day when life was so short and dear,
a day that will never be forgotten,
the day sorrow taught us to fear.

The day the earth raged a storm,
and destroyed my beautiful town,
took hundreds of lives.

Drop by drop,
tears dropped of the canterburians' faces,
they were left with the entire world’s grief,
on their shoulders.

Some lost their loved ones,
and some were left alone,
with a wounded heart.

Loved ones buried under rubble,
feeling hungry, thirsty, weak, bleeding,
and waiting for some small relief
from this grief.

Dear Lord,
protect and comfort all the canterburians.
Dear Lord
Give us courage,
strength to get through this terrible time
and heal the sick and wounded
Dear Lord,
take care of those whose loved ones,
are lost and injured

Even with the loss and lack
remains a small hope,
that someone will walk out of the building alive….

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