Into The Darkness
ShuutokuTentei
Into The Darkness
Not so very long ago in a land not so far away I, we remember the devastating effects of hurricane after hurricane. Seemingly from nowhere Katrina hit with a ferocity unseen or unfelt in countless years. You could hear the silent screams of the people and count the souls of those being called into the heavens by the almighty. People dragged across the hot barren concrete, thirsting in a way that I could not begin to wrap my mind around. Their skin ravaged by the manufactured stone sand paper. Day upon day was filled with endless reports of carnage and hopelessness. Indifference and political posturing was the order of the day.
Before I, we could breath, Rita set upon us like the Lion to the Lamb. Cars lined the highways in a feeble attempt to flea from the coming Apocalypse. Vehicles running out of gas, people running on fumes as hopeless and broken as the horseless carriage that had depended on. Many who managed to flee arrived at shelters only to be turned away. In exhaustion, I drifted off to sleep alone on the cool hard floor of the church where I felt divine respite. Upon waking at the midnight hour there were hundreds of feet surrounding me and a equal amount of eyes starring at me. The eyes were asking how I could sleep at a time like this? They then went on discussing the elderly on the bus who had died in transit, and how tragic is was to just leave them as sat. Indifference and political posturing was the order of the day.
It is often said that in Texas everything is big. When it came to Hurricane Ike, that is a axiom I would rather forget. Ike was as big as Texas, and arrogantly consumed the entire state in one fashion or another. As I lay downstairs in my Karate studio overshadowed by the Ark Of The Covenant, I wondered if I had made the right choice to stay and not trifle with the harbinger of death on the impersonal highways of life. My thoughts waxed and waned while the wind and debris hitting the outside of my meaningless structure continued hour upon hour. When it was over, I was still unsure about staying, but was glad I was alive and in my own debris strewn yard. Indifference and political posturing was the order of the day.
I know what I have written here will likely stay within the confines of the microcosm of my own world and never reach the eyes of those who are on the east coast hurt, alone, angry, cold, hungry, hopeless and helpless begging for relief. I know it is of little consequence to say to them, and countless others who have experienced devastation, that there are millions of we out here who do not have to imagine or guess what they are experiencing. We are the millions out here that offer countless prayers to God knowing He alone transcends indifference and political posturing. I struggle within myself wanting to end resounding the positive. Yet, when FEMA posts a sign that says “FEMA CENTER CLOSED DUE TO WEATHER”, perhaps it is the end of the world.
ShuutokuTentei 2012
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