For the World

August 12, 2012

For those who have lived through the storms, hurricanes, loss of life- Who have lived through the horrific strife- I pray for you as I see it in the nightly news. I can’t imagine the screams and the howling wind Blowing and destroying homes and every living thing. The utter destruction leaves my mind in a gasp- It’s too hard for me to fully grasp- I pray for India, Thailand, and for America too. I pray for those countries drowning in despair- What are we to do-? Oh Japan I weep for your loss, twenty thousand people and possibly even more. May the Gods hear our cries as babies drown and die, and the fields are drowning in mud as people continue to walk in waters filled with crud. The fear is mounting around the globe and the cries echo….please G-d no more. “What is happening to our home,” leave me to weep before my T.V. and alone. My heart in a frenzy as I see the reality, Hoping and praying this will go away. I urge the world to find safety in this earthly foray- They say global warming is here to stay- So many misconceptions So many misperceptions The truth not being told It’s the sun, it’s getting old. The one thing we cannot control. So to this we must hold as in the book of Job, Our Faith in G-d will never grow cold. Photo: Blazing Sun, Azarel

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

It is wonderful that through poetry we can help others and express our thoughts and well wishes for them. This poem is a prime example of how writing, as simple as words may be, can have a huge impact on the lives of others.