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Monday, December 27, 2004

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/4125481.stm

i'm shakened by this. Never knew an earthquake of this magnitude could hit so near home. I could have been sleeping and not know, that 10m wall of water engulfing the building, the water seeping through the windows and in a second, becoming a mighty torrent crushing the panes under its pressure. i'll open my eyes too late to see the green sea sweeping in, with dead bodies, motor parts and nameless things swirling in maddening strength and intensity.

Today, there will be people who will have no bodies to mourn over. Today, there will be a great numbness that overwhelms the soul and a desperate cry will haunt the streets for human strength to overcome, as it always has. Today, I wonder at the irony that life still carries on and in bitterness, lament at the coldness of individuals' hearts where a soccer game, a much needed rest or another excuse tides them through the events of the day to the comfort of their beds.
Lord Jesus, save us
from this mortal spell
that mortifies the spirit.
Save us from our strengh,
our clever solutions,
pragmatism and ingenuity.
That we may see Your salvation
even as the floods come, and surely they will.

posted by happyhannon at 1:16 AM