Light After the Storm - Local Churches Partner with Occupy Sandy in Grass Roots Relief Efforts11/17/2012  Volunteers line up outside St. Jacobi Church, Sunset Park, Brooklyn.  Volunteer drivers with gas-filled cars line up to deliver supplies to the Rockaways.  Supply hub in St. Jacobi's basement  Peanut butter and Jelly sandwich team  Grassroots organizing
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by Rev. David H. Rommereim As Sandy Spun through town, Damaging, threatening millions With chaotic inconvenience, The havoc landed On one Take home, Sound. I would love to be The poet Of that deep Iridescent yowl, When the long evening Held all life In the hyphen Between ruin and awe. The enduring, crushing throttle Came from a bowel The caterwaul Could not muffle. Its throat buzzed Through trees, And all available surface Became a whirligig. Whirling, wisp of wind Barked off matter Discovering a cacophonic melody To schlep each note to the periphery. The womb of the storm lingered As if playing a tune, Beating a rhythm, Reminding earthlings That our power Has a nomenclature Of beleaguered Assumptions. All that is Becomes quiescent, And a bi-line Of observation and fanfare, Recollecting that we Consume, And, undaunted, Disassemble dreams. If we were, As it is, We would Touch the fingerprint On the pulses' Hmmmmm, Spit in the ear, Let Sound off, And stand near awe. |
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