Why must it take the earth to quake,
for our hearts to turn to heaven’s gate?
A whole nation trembling, breaking apart,
mourning the lost, the unfound, the aching heart.
God was here when skies were blue,
when the streets buzzed bright, fresh and new.
But only now, amid ash and cries,
do we plead for Him with lifted eyes.
Why can’t His name live on our breath,
not just in moments shadowed by death?
Why can’t we hold faith as we hold our joy,
as tightly as grief grips the motherless boy?
I see it now—God doesn’t leave,
His whispers dance in the morning breeze.
In every triumph, every despair,
His hands are there, His love declared.
So I hold those dear, clasp them tight,
their laughter, their sorrows, their fleeting light.
For tomorrow’s promise is never sure,
but love, in this moment, will always endure.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
my condolences to all my beautiful people from the Dominican Republic. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you and we will get through this maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but we will get through this.
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 