When does rescue become recovery;
and, recovery become repair and restoration?
How much time do we grant to discover life?
How fast do we move beyond such inquiry?
And if we fail to take the time,
do we risk building our lives upon the dead?
How much have we lost in moving too soon,
before we discovered the foundation
upon which our lives have been built?
Rescue workers scramble over Floridian piles of debris.
As we scramble over the piles of debris in our own lives.
For those who take time to dig deep
our way becomes clearer, cleaner, more promising.
Understandable to fear what we may find amidst the debris.
More fearful, to remain afraid, and never discover
what lies beneath our surface that we might build stronger lives.
annarino writes 