I am Alabama.
I am weeping.
The soil soaks up my tears.
I cry because of things lost.
Not wood or brick.
Not trees or cars.
I cry for the souls.
The souls unprepared.
The souls caught off-guard.
They are gone for eternity.
My soil is damp.
My heart is torn.
And yet I feel hope.
My heart is still beating, because…
I am Alabama.
2 comments:
That made me get teary.
beautiful. may God be with the families and those reaching out to them.
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