There
are 37 wild fires currently burning in the western party of the United States.
There is nothing anyone can do to change it, to stop it. We can fight it and the
fire fighters do so with skill, daring, courage and a danger to themselves, but
still it chews the hard-dry brush into a soft ash.
Lightening
starts most fires. The drought too hurts and so does the ill wind that carries
glowing ash to great distances. Homes are burned and destroyed. Other
people’s tragedy reminds us of our vulnerability. The tears of loss and smiles
of safety on the same face parallel our conflict of and our appreciation of
nature.
The
stories of neighbor helping neighbor, confirm our desire for community. There
are hundreds of stories not only of crushing flames and charred places, but
stories of hopes and wishes, shattered dreams and shock.
In times
of such destruction values change rapidly. The acquired stuff of daily living
is no match for the loss of a treasured family picture or the ache of not
knowing if a pet survived.
There is
never a quick end to tragedy. No easy answers to the wailed questions of why
and no relief when cries have run out of tears.
It is not possible to hold each hand of so
many so hurting from these fires. All we can do, in this human family, is to be
aware and to care. There is something powerful in that and it heals.
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