Crying, distressed faces flash across the television. Traces
of pure agony lace every heart-wrenching word spewing from their dry, ash-caked
lips. They count their accumulating losses and tally them up among their
families.
Shuffling in line, they beg for their necessities because
they’ve lost it all. They try to contemplate the bright side of their horrid
situation by rejoicing for their loved ones surrounding them because they no
longer want to think of what’s been burned.
Drought rages the land, fueling the thirsty fire. Consuming
all of many people’s earthly possessions, the blaze leaves most without hope.
As a backdrop to my everyday life, the billowing smoke
stains a far-away part of the sky. Small worries crawl across my mind in wonder
if the expansion of the devouring flames will reach me, but I quickly silence
those selfish thoughts and remember those who have nothing to call home.
Humbled by this disaster, I pray for those who have lost so
much and for an end to this senseless destruction.
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