There
is a museum
just
off the square
—Presbytere—
If
you have time
to
visit it...
plan
to;
the
videos
of
Katrina
will
burst
upon
your
consciousness
Leave
you
shivering
Wondering
what
it took
to
heal
What
strength
must
be rooted
in
the people
that
live here—
They
have been
torn
apart
more
than once
And
know much
about
mending lives...
and
souls.
Identifying
rows
of
the dead
Laying
them to rest
above
ground
Dancing
their
loved
ones
into
heaven
on
a prayer
And
a hymn voiced
growl.
Lovely images weave through this piece, Sharon. I've never visited New Orleans, and have always wanted to do so. Your poem leaves me yearning for that visit even more!
ReplyDelete"Dancing loved ones into Heaven on a prayer"--oh how I love this, for all that there is tragedy, loss within.
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