Hurricane Florence
The images of devastation coming out of the Carolinas are powerful.
Along with the flooded and crumbled homes and bodies, come the tears of the living. Sometimes they come in sobs, sometimes in wails of disbelief. The old cry for the loss of memories, hoping for the strength to start again. The very young cry not fully understanding what loss is they just know something is wrong.
There is worry from all, especially from the children whose bed and toys vanished in the winds and rain of Florence. Parents do what they can to comfort the little ones, but the eyes of worry mirror the heart.
Right now, North and South Carolina are states that scream, you can feel it, as victims search in the puzzle of rubble and find yesterday's peace is tomorrow's uncertainty.
As we hear the stories of those in need, as we become numbed by the statistics of loss, we cannot feel secure because we have normalcy, because we have shelter or we have food, or because it didn't happen here.
Real security, only comes from giving. Instantaneous response to need defines true service so that others know they have not been forgotten by the collective healing spirit of what we call community. What we call America.
