The flood

Nothing compares to this place -

It is covered by woods like lace,

I would like to know some more,

To see the trembling shore.

How are you?

For having lost in one day

Your stability,

Do you feel dismay?

It's only a flood,

But its power is rough.

Simple words are not enough.

Let time heal you,

Let your homes be rebuilt.

Let your souls not be touched by guilt.

* NB! This is a poem written by me and devoted to people who lost their homes in a flood in Germany, The Netherlands, France and Belgium this week.

I wish I were of any assistance to them, but if practically I can't do anything, I can at least send them my compassion and faith.

Keep up and stay safe!