Saturday, January 23, 2010

Almonds Are Falling (Poem)

                
                     Almonds Are Falling


Nature has no meaning; its events are not signs.
~ Philosopher Susan Neiman, Evil in Modern Thought


Almonds are falling
and hands empty.

Ready-packed pallets rise;
relief backs up for
another try    for another line
for another day.

Fortified biscuits    powdered
milk    rice    whole red beans
water so precious
a drop lost is like a prayer
unanswerable.

Dry food is helpful,
though it goes down
like dust.

Almonds are falling
in church yards

Crushed
stepped over
stepped around

Too many
to gather
to remember their names.

What lingers to make
new connections
floats to the sea on jasmine.

They climb a hill
who can.     Reach
out      who must.

Hope spends itself
in effort.

Effort spends itself
in promise.

Promise is a boat
going nowhere.

Almonds are falling
and hands empty.

A basket bottomless
takes a miracle
to fill.

Copyright © 2010 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.

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Poems are prayers for Haiti. Some others that move me are:

Earthquake

Haiti in Prayer

Haiti at Tomatillo

To you

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7 comments:

Glynn said...

"Almonds are falling in church yards" and I think of cemeteries like the one at Bruton Parish Church in Williamsburg. Beautiful images here.

Maureen said...

Thank you, Glynn. Almonds are falling all over Haiti now. The irony, of course, is that the almonds are food yet Haitian hands are empty.

Kathleen said...

water so precious
a drop lost is like a prayer
unanswerable.

One of my constant prayers is for water jugs, bottles, barrels to miraculously never run dry. The thought of being thirsty makes empathetically crazy.

Hayley Solich (aka WomenCan & The I Can Woman) said...

Hi Maureen
There are some lovely thoughts here. I didn't know this was about Haiti until the end but as I read that was who I was thinking of, so you have certainly created a connection with the theme.

I loved the lines...

Crushed
Stepped over
Stepped around

Too many
to gather
to remember their names

It paints such an emotive picture of the whole scene in Haiti. It's a living nightmare that we in Western Australia really have no concept of, having not really had that many natural disasters here to contend with.

I can only imagine the pain of mothers, of fathers, of grandparents who are alive but have lost children or who are looking into a bleak future and wondering what will become of their families.

Your empathy is contagious.

Love
Hayley

M.L. Gallagher said...

Very powerful poem Maureen. Very powerful.

Thank you.

And yes, your empathy is contagious.

Too many
to gather
to remember their names

So sad and so painful a truth it hurts to gather it in my heart -- and as others have said, the hearts of mothers and fathers, grandparents, children -- are all hurting.

Who will gather their pain and carry it away?

Hugs

sarah said...

Fabulous poem straight from a beautiful heart. Almonds are falling in church yards is a wonderful line. I only wish it didnt have to be written.

slowmuse said...

Home run Maureen. Evocative, moving, memorable. I don't think I will ever forget the line, almonds are falling...