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.