A Poem by Alii Norman after her recent mission trip to Samoa and her work on the Tsunami coast (Lepa).
How to deal with what crashed away…
Walking along the beach lives scattered on the ground,
not a small footprint in the sand to be found.
The beach looks the same the sand and the water as well,
although life goes on, you would never tell.
House foundations sitting untouched,
everything else scattered around just as much.
I keep everything to myself, including the deep feeling inside;
the life of the village has had something die.
The world has forgotten what these people live every day,
thinking how it must of just all gone away.
The people are the same but their view has changed,
into something much different and very much strange.
They don’t go for an afternoon walk on the beach anymore,
so frightened of what might become of the shore.
So their lives have relocated into something way up high,
they cannot bear the pain of where their belongings now lie.
Not sure of how to get rid of this feeling,
the head is spinning, the mind is reeling.
