Beginnings

Silent, secret, quiet accomplishment.

Beginnings
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She stood there forlorn
Dark, disheveled, devastated
Teardrops colored by the kohl of her eyes
I understood her silent sobbing
I felt the synchronicity in my soul

The tsunami spared nothing
Not her dolls, books nor
The family deity that she worshiped
Each morning through sunshine and storm
All that and more, was gone

Her house, a mound of rotting earth
Her family, a painful memory
Only she was left among the rubble
In the soul-less sanctity
Of emasculated humanity

I knew then what I had to do
Guided from the unknown void
Through the deadly calm
That had descended on the dead
It wasn't charity, I had no guilt to negate

In the pulsating vision, I saw
A glowing face and eyes lit up with laughter
Schoolrooms and learning
And the germination of hope
The rest would come from the all knowing unknown

And, I would not ask Why
Doing that little 'it', was enough