How lucky are we who have electricity
and solid roofs over our heads
while facing the fiercest storms.
When the cradle rocks and trees fall down
we worry a bit and put on a frown.
Yet, we know we only need to wait,
turn the lanterns up, so bright,
we power on batteries to light the night.
Workmen climb poles
amid cold winds grown bold
to make things right.
No billowing tents for us
with open fire to heat the cold
We simply open a book to read by flashlight.
I wonder why I was born
in this time and in this space;
why I am blessed with American grace.
I wonder why others have not been so placed.
I do not wonder why they seek their way
through jungles, across rivers,
in deadening heat and torrential rain.
I do not wonder why they face such pain
to carry their children to a safer place.
I only wonder at their courage to dare
while we so spoiled are unable to face
what we fear to be true.
Those who come on bare feet,
those not so blessed, deserve the same grace
as me, and as you.
Electric power outages can be fixed
by brave service workers and much ado.
Moral power outages are much harder to fix
and need a bigger, even braver, crew.
annarino writes 