I look at photos of earthquake victims <br />And tsunami victims; <br />Victims of storms and hurricanes, <br />And I can't help weeping, <br />Because Earth has such beautiful children <br />And it's difficult to see them dead and wounded, <br />Hope and future removed, along with life and liveliness, <br />Their still life frozen forever in time now; <br />So many uncounted children, mothers, fathers, old people.. <br /> <br />I wonder if after death, angels and spirits gather round them, <br />Whispering that everything will be alright now; <br />No more pain for them, no more tears- <br />Perhaps they were waiting many days and hours <br />To hear the rescuer, that never arrived? <br /> <br />Hope can both lift us, and wound us to the core <br />If we are allowed to languish in misery till the end. <br />I hope they died with hope still living inside them; <br />Please, don't let anyone die with no hope left, <br />Let their tears cry out to heaven and call down help- <br />For you can be the very hope of heaven, down here, <br />So don't forget to listen, for the very smallest cries.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-forget-to-listen/
