I would like to say something


    about the images of buildings lying
    flat on top of people, of survivors
    sleeping in the streets because
    roofs no longer symbolize safety;

    about those who sit snugly in
    studios and speak for God with
    ungodly arrogance and ignorance,
    and those who are helping quietly;

    about the helplessness that haunts
    my heart on nights like this, when
    the best I can do is write and wonder
    why that’s the best I can do.


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    1. I’m with you, Milton. I’m really struggling with many aspects of this, not least my wish that Pat Robertson would just be taken straight to hell. But yes, the helplessness–I’ve given money and I’m praying constantly, and how else can we be with those poor people whom God loves?

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